Still French on Nostr: Six and a half years since you left this world, so today I sip your whiskey and work ...

Six and a half years since you left this world, so today I sip your whiskey and work in your garden. I finally decided it's time for some color. I wish I didn't care. I wish it was still just rocks. But I like to sit under the shade tree and think of you sometimes. The world isn't the same without you in it. In fact it's only gotten so much worse. You would absolutely hate it. But I still wish you were here.