They lost their lives. That's what the obituary said. God do I hate that phrase. No-one loses their life, unlike most things in the universe, it's not a very easy thing to misplace. You can't just find life stuffed down the back of the sofa. Once 'lost' there is know way it can be reclaimed, because believe me, if there was a way to reclaim theirs, I would.
I'm thinking of talking to the editor about it, if not for my sake, for theirs. They deserve to be remembered for what they are. Heroes. They died as heroes and deserve to be remembered as such. They gave up their lives to defend the world from a... monster. Their deaths don't deserve to be written off as anything other than heroic.
If there's a God up there, he better be taking care of those two, because if he doesn't he's gonna need a restraining order and a 24 hour guard by the time I get up there. Time hasn't been the best healer to us. It's almost New Year again. Try as they might, Mickey and Martha just can't fill up the space. I can come in some mornings and still expect to hear Tosh's soft, lilting voice as she would sing, thinking no-one could hear. I'm even missing Owen's continuous whinging about the Medical Bay equipment. Martha complains too, but it doesn't seem to have the same passion. They've left a hole that can't be filled up.
Wherever they are, I hope they're happier. I hope they know they're being missed. The others don't show it, but you can tell from their eyes. If they're listening (reading) I just want to let them know. We haven't moved on. You haven't been forgotten, I doubt you ever will. And if all else fails, I'll remember you. I'll remember the people you were, think about the people you could have been. I hope it's better where you are. And don't worry, we'll be coming soon.