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| At an iHop near her motel, Bloomington, MN, March 29, 2022 - Krystal Watanabe |
I guess this is what death is. Empty seats where there was someone you cared for, and they are nowhere now, but your heart still reaches out for them. It's been a terribly sad two months. Krystal Watanabe would have turned 40 tomorrow. My dear friend. Now I know your where, when and how: Room 147, Motel Super 8 by Wyndham/Bloomington Airport , Minnesota, sometime between the evening of April 1 and the afternoon of April 2, 2022, accidental fentanyl overdose.
Think you can guess my biggest fear? Facebook video, June 7, 2019
She made lots of these videos on her Facebook - many are quite funny! This one isn't.
Krystal said to me mourning that guy "I guess it’s just the loneliness...It just strikes me that it’s truly never. Never again. . . It’s too fucking tough sometimes. I hate it. I know everyone dies and this happens to everyone. I just feel robbed. That I finally found my human being. The one person I just understood fully and understood me. And he had to he taken away in the most painful slow way imaginable. He hurt. A lot. And I have a similar fate coming."
Krystal's photograph of her own shadow on the pavement, somewhere near the Telegraph Motel, Detroit, 2021
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