Is today. At the Methodist Church in Gothenburg. Tim and Alex will be presenting ornaments to all those who have lost family this year. I will not be there. Ostensibly I said it was because of the weather, but in reality, it is because I just cannot face another loss milestone. You. Are. So. Missed.
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Tuesday, December 06, 2016
Honey. Bun.
Oh, a wave decided to hit me. and I decided to take myself to Pump and Pantry after school for a coke and some Cheetos. Walking in, I saw a rack of Honey Buns and immediately thought of you and how you had such a love-hate relationship with them. On one hand, you loved them, but you knew the wheat part of them was such a detriment to your health. (and here you are, dead not of a heart attack or stroke, but of a stupid motor scooter accident.) Well, honey buns, one of those honey buns walked out with me and I am enjoying it right now. Heated up with two freaking thick slabs of melted butter. And I am enjoying every bite. And if the darn thing kills me, well go ahead. Don't feel much like living right now anyway. Miss you. Love you. Forever and always.