Jan 29, 2004 21:12
I worked out in the yard today with Mama. She was picking up sticks and I was over by the tree watching Jeremy, who is a big old dog from across the street. I called to him and called to him but Mama told me to stop hollering.
"But Mama, I'm just tryin' to play with that old dog," I said.
And she looked at me and she said, "That dog ain't called Jeremy. That dog called Ronald. You brother was called Jeremy. He dead."
"Oh yeah," I said, "I forgot."
I got sad then. Forgetting makes me sad sometimes. I wanted to get that big old dog then.