"Existential pain is much harder to address than obvious pain... I struggle with the same. Only thing that has kept me going is the people I meet." ~Ramshackle

Dear Sheriff Ramshackle,
Despite hearing of your death fairly late I feel like you plainly told me what you were about to do. No matter how often I try to convince myself that there was nothing I could've done differently there's a deep ache in my heart that stings with regret. The weird shift in energy on the last night I saw you wasn't anything I'd done wrong, but the clear acknowledgement that you were saying goodbye.

I've been trying to reason with myself. I tell myself that this pain is meager in comparison to what you must have felt every day, and so I try with every piece I have left to brace myself for the days when I wake up and you won't. I promise I'll eventually manage to make an effort to start functioning again. You just took me by surprise, is all. I hope that you at least know how much your existence on this planet meant to me, and how much you've changed me; for better, or for worse.

I'm sorry, kid. I'm sorry that I didn't stay the night like I'd planned. I'm sorry we never got to make the Slug Bones and the Snake Oil Wagon album together. I'm sorry that life dealt you so many bad hands, and that you had to take it into your own. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when I should've been, and that I didn't pick up on the fact that something was off. I'm sorry we didn't have more time, and that we didn't end up ditching town to go adventuring together. I'm so sorry.

In your words;
"I love you more than I will ever be able to tell you. You'll forever be a special gift of light and love upon this world." I look forward to the day we meet again. If only so I have one more chance to hear your voice.

With unwavering love, admiration, and gratitude;
Your Deputy and friend,
Uncle Fungus

**Attempts were made to get in touch with the Sheriff's family, but I was unable to contact them. The Sheriff's voice was not used in this to offend, but merely to document the type of person that she was, and the way that she cared for me. If anybody has anything to talk to me about please email me at chrisforcicero@gmail.com**