Thanks for breaking up the band, Yoko
Doorbell rang at 7:45 this morning. That unexpected interruption is always a little chilling. Who needs me before business hours on a Thursday morning? It was my mom, telling me she was parking in my driveway so the movers would have access to her garage so they could pack up all my brother's belongings.
We just stood there and looked at each other. He's moving ten hours away.
I...don't know how I feel about that. And my mom definitely doesn't know how she feels about that, which is odd, because the woman is a rock.
When we were kids, the three of us played together every day. Here's to the sunny slopes, of long ago.