No, I'm not obsessed. Cyn was my spirit-sister, she was a piece of my heart and soul. I loved her, I still do, and I always will. No, not a "leave-my-wife-and-run-off-to-shack-up" kinda love, not some romantic love, just a pure, crystalline love that comes between people that care and share. Of course I'm saddened by her death, but I do not dwell on it. I remember the times we talked, I remember the trials and tribulations that we saw each other through, and I remember the smile I got...and still get...when thinking of her. I remember sharing the joy of her kids accomplishments, I remember sharing the pain of loss, I even remember sharing the building anticipation of her beloved Rams finally making it to the Super Bowl again (and I don't care a flip about football!).
I'm proud and honoured to have known her, and to have been her friend. She brought out the best in me, and she helped me be the man I am today, simply by being there...and damn if she didn't bring out my poetic side at times. ;)
Love ya, sis.