this might get a little personal..
hes gone. i think it juts hit me. now only i can remember his stories and eva's smile. i miss them so much. today i was reading sharon's poems and i get to keep one, she had her disease for 26 years, starting when she was 13. that woman was amazing; she didn't have a bad side. then eve went, i remember her fingers, wither her diamond watch ring. today i saw the candy jar, but there was no candy in it. everything looks so different. they were calling the raspberries grapes. what the hell they are freaking raspberries, get your facts straight. i remmeber just sitting in their yard, eating raspberries and carrots straight from the ground/bushes. and the grape vines. eatting huge chunks of watermelon on the patio. looking down at the lake from their deck {sunsets}. rolling down the grass hills. playing hide and go seek with my brother. even barry came with us and we picked off the flower tops and shot them at each other. i would just ride my bike down to their house and hangout, it was like an escape, something that i don't have anymore. anyone could love them, and they loved anyone. i remember the basement, that was the best part. eve was so beautiful in her portrait that hung on that huge closet door. she was a model; runner up for miss washington too. and how they would have an endless supply of soda in the fridge, seriously it seemed like they forgot about that place, but when you looked on the inside you realized that they were probably in there yesterday. the hat collection, the wicked awesome telephone downstairs. the concrete floor. the hidden turns and secret areas you never knew exsisted. this house was almost another person in their family. i loved licky too, she was the sweetest cat whose "meow" was like no other. the dishes magnet, the cat sign. bmw motorcycle. their cookie cupboard. i love these things. now everyone dide, no connections except alaska and california. what the hell am i doin sitting here? norman and eva had so much more to their lives these people knew what they stood for, and they didn't fall for anything. now the house is goin too, why do people have to live in huge ass houses that feel unlived, like they're a mueseum or something. why can't you live in a simple 2 story house with little nooks and crannies to hide in, to live in, to dream in. i loved that family and will always rememebr what they've done for me. ima miss you all.