10:58 AM
i haven't written very much about rob dying. not because it isn't important, but more because it is so very important. maybe one day i'll have the words, but not today.
today, we talk about it obliquely, in reference to my hair; i'm obsessed with my hair, always have been, always will be.
five days before robbie died, i dyed my hair. it was brighter and purpler than i'd expected but he loved it. i haven't dyed it since. every day i look in the mirror, watching the roots grow longer and longer, the now faded purple more of a red slowly moving down my head, and think, "this is how long he has been gone."
