Your stairway to heaven. My stairway to hell. Your escape. The steps to your salvation. It offered you solace. It promised you peace. It drew you in.
This ladder still resides. It brings sadness and sorrow. Hatred and envy. I visualize you and your relationship with this ladder. It hurts. It tears me apart. It breaks me inside.
I have climbed your stairway to heaven. To feel you. To feel all of you. And for a moment…my mind vacant of life, envisioning you and your peace with a bit of jealousy. But not then…
Fuck you ladder. What kind of ladder would pull you away from me? Lead you this way? This ladder should have died. It should have died long before you stepped upon it for the last time.
Yet, here it is. A permanent element of my life. I cannot part ways with this ladder. Though foe, it is a connection to you. It gave you your last step. Your last view. And held you for your last breath.
What brings me so much heartache, brings me so much joy. Joy? This ladder?
Yes. By climbing it. Climbing it every day. To sustain you after death. To nourish your beautiful vibrant red soul; you, Morgan, my Cardinal.
This ladder and I. Now bound together.
Bittersweet fucking ladder. Look at you shine.
Daly Chronicles 
Wow. So deep and heart wrenching.
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