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i really need to get a computer..
orlando is going well.. everything is expensive ( tolls, just to and from work is about 4 dollars a day) and if the speed limit says 55, it really means no less than 70, or people will honk and get pissed at the new guy in town who freakishly obeys traffic laws..
band? very well, we have a show booked the 23 of sept, at the heritage center... should be good..
and in other news: my mom and i are on good terms... enjoying civil conversation, on a regular basis.. anyone who has known me... knows what news this is...
just thinking about what shes been through.. it really breaks my heart...
imagine if you will, meeting your soul mate, starting a family, and even though there are rough times, its still a family that has stuck together through it all...
30 years later, the youngest child, now 18, and graduating in a few months.. you and your husband are making plans to travel, because the nest is finally empty.. "we" can finally focus on "us" so to speak..
tragically, your husband is diagnosed with a terminal illness, and is put in the hospital.. the outlook grim, but the whole family tries to be optomistic.
soulmate is transferred back to the house he built with his bare hands, over 24 years..
wife now puts action to the words "in sickness and in health" and does everything from preparing meals, to the less glorious task of changing diapers.. out of love..
step back for a second.. falling asleep next to your soulmate for 30 years.. everynight their heat.. their heartbeat.. right there, to assure you that you are loved..
and said soulmate, is now downstairs, on a breathing machine.. while your upstairs, wondering when the bed got so big.
my mom borrowed my air mat, and set it up in my dads room, just to be in the same room as her husband... that room was right next to mine.
i often get up in the middle of the night and go pee, or drink milk out of the jug, and i would glance in the room, just to see him resting relatively peacefully...
at some point on one particular night, my mom crawled up onto my dads gurney.. just to be close..
i saw this, and it broke my heart..
the emotions captured in the final scene of the notebook try, but honestly, until you see it, you will never understand how deep true love goes.
and now, my mom sleeps in the bed they made, in the house they made. alone.
kinda makes anything i ever had against her fade away..
and just thinking back on it, breaks my heart...
all you can ever hope for is a love and devotion like that...
im gonna go.
but not before i say this..
prank phone calls? get a life. btw, you forgot to block your number the last time "joyce vonada"... good one.
orlando is going well.. everything is expensive ( tolls, just to and from work is about 4 dollars a day) and if the speed limit says 55, it really means no less than 70, or people will honk and get pissed at the new guy in town who freakishly obeys traffic laws..
band? very well, we have a show booked the 23 of sept, at the heritage center... should be good..
and in other news: my mom and i are on good terms... enjoying civil conversation, on a regular basis.. anyone who has known me... knows what news this is...
just thinking about what shes been through.. it really breaks my heart...
imagine if you will, meeting your soul mate, starting a family, and even though there are rough times, its still a family that has stuck together through it all...
30 years later, the youngest child, now 18, and graduating in a few months.. you and your husband are making plans to travel, because the nest is finally empty.. "we" can finally focus on "us" so to speak..
tragically, your husband is diagnosed with a terminal illness, and is put in the hospital.. the outlook grim, but the whole family tries to be optomistic.
soulmate is transferred back to the house he built with his bare hands, over 24 years..
wife now puts action to the words "in sickness and in health" and does everything from preparing meals, to the less glorious task of changing diapers.. out of love..
step back for a second.. falling asleep next to your soulmate for 30 years.. everynight their heat.. their heartbeat.. right there, to assure you that you are loved..
and said soulmate, is now downstairs, on a breathing machine.. while your upstairs, wondering when the bed got so big.
my mom borrowed my air mat, and set it up in my dads room, just to be in the same room as her husband... that room was right next to mine.
i often get up in the middle of the night and go pee, or drink milk out of the jug, and i would glance in the room, just to see him resting relatively peacefully...
at some point on one particular night, my mom crawled up onto my dads gurney.. just to be close..
i saw this, and it broke my heart..
the emotions captured in the final scene of the notebook try, but honestly, until you see it, you will never understand how deep true love goes.
and now, my mom sleeps in the bed they made, in the house they made. alone.
kinda makes anything i ever had against her fade away..
and just thinking back on it, breaks my heart...
all you can ever hope for is a love and devotion like that...
im gonna go.
but not before i say this..
prank phone calls? get a life. btw, you forgot to block your number the last time "joyce vonada"... good one.