February 14, 2020

          I’m not sure that I have much to add to this Facebook post, as it seems to speak, or shall I say whisper for itself. When Isaac passed suddenly, I was left with questions that only he could answer, and yet he could no longer do so… or so I thought at the time.

          The day I received the news, I called his phone multiple times. The first call was right after I was told, surely there had been a mistake. I just needed to confirm with Isaac that he had indeed died. If it was true, I needed to know what was our plan of action was for dealing with this thing he decided he was going to do without consulting with me… you know, this being dead thing.

          Throughout our relationship, we talked about everything. Ok, let me rephrase that. I talked about everything and he attempted to make it look like he was listening most of the time as I asked him to do. But the one thing we never discussed was how we would handle the death of the other, except for where we would like our remains to go.

          The last call I made to Isaac was in the middle of that night, when he didn’t return home. I just wanted to know where he was and when he was going to come home, you know after this whole death thing blew over. But apparently, he was too busy being dead to answer the phone. Men…. 

          If we had one last call, 30 more seconds to say our farewell, I know he would say what I found in the good-bye notes he left me during the early years of our relationship. He would tell me to be strong, take shit from no one, that our separation won’t be long and that he will see me on the other side.

          Isaac wasn’t much of a talker and communicated best through words that were written or sung, so it only makes sense that he would answer my whisper with a note…