Today I realized that we are your story left behind.
I loved to listening to your voice. You were a beautiful story teller. Even if I did not believe. You enthralled me. They seemed like such tall tales. I was so surprised to hear the truth of these wild spins, but you were already gone.
We have become your story left behind. We are the ones you would have been enthralled by. We are the story you never could have imagined. We are the ones you would not have believed.
But we exist.