There is an emptiness in our fake house. There is a space that used to be occupied by a bright smiling face, and it is now bare and empty. Yes, sob…the Thought Bubble died today. At first we thought he had just passed out again due to his excessive drinking problem, but alas.
It was only yesterday that he was playing his favorite game of “Smother My Friends” and chasing Michael and Iona around the house. I think between the running and the wine, his little air heart just couldn’t take it anymore.
Sleep well little Thought Bubble. We’ll find a better resting place than the floor for you soon.