Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
June seems to be my bane. Father’s day and my father’s birthday all rolled into one little package. I always seem to ask the same question of my mother around this time of year, “So how old would he have been today”. I know the answer; I guess it’s just a way of checking to see if he is really gone. I think I’ve found that I miss his voice the most because I don’t remember how it sounds any more.
Beyond my dark little moments of solace things go well. Bumps here and there I guess that and being happy let you know that you’re still alive. Works a bitch blah blah blah. Oh and let me not forget that she brought home a cat and not one in a hat, a kitten to be more exact. But what are you going to do I ask you that? :)
Beyond my dark little moments of solace things go well. Bumps here and there I guess that and being happy let you know that you’re still alive. Works a bitch blah blah blah. Oh and let me not forget that she brought home a cat and not one in a hat, a kitten to be more exact. But what are you going to do I ask you that? :)