I'm lying in bed thinking about michael. We were together for five years, and he's been gone for a month and a half now. I called his cell phone yesterday after dreaming about him to listen to his voice. It gave me an idea for a mixed-media painting. I have some pieces of his car that s picked up for me at the scene of the accident: the driver's-side mirror, the fuse-box cover, and piece of exhaust piping. I read a eulogy at his wake.I took this photo of him shortly after 9/11 when he first became a sergeant on the NYPD. When I entered the wake to view his body, this photo was blown up to poster size, and it was sitting next to his coffin.
