I liked it then... I still like it now Doc...

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This is the last piece I will ever post to this page. Ed was created to be me, and I have used him in many works on Elftown. He was never a good fit and being a centaur separated him from others leaving him alone without having to explain why. Until this post I have carefully avoided using personal pronouns with Ed and never used them with DocWilkie between them you purity much have the lie I tried to live by meeting other peoples idea of what I was supposed to be.

I did not intend for him to die in this story the fox was supposed to be the ghost. It just did not work out that way and I did not know what that meant until suggested I lean on Zelda, and later how much she was a part of me. I have said this before but I felt like Plexiglas, it seems my friends knew me better than I did.

Every day for the last four and a half years I have thought about suicide. I had a plan, a backup plan and a time line. Therapy counseling and drugs were in-effective. It is strange beyond belief to be high on SSRIs and thinking cheerfully about killing yourself. The surprise was who had to die. Doc Ed Wilkie [way too close to my RL name] had no future and is no more.

Consider this his obituary.

R.I.P.

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