The sun was out today, but it was still chilly. Lately, I just can’t get warm – even by the fire. That happens when I’m really sad.
I missed our visits here this past year. Know that you loathed being tethered to the oxygen compressor, and hated that you couldn’t pass the test for something more portable. Practicing for your breathing test in hopes of qualifying for freedom, you would purposefully march around the house, and to the mailbox – until you just couldn’t anymore. “My legs go, but I run out of puff.”
Made a copy of your death certificate today. Stupid things companies need to turn off cable.
I really miss talking to you, hearing about the ladies at the new digs, how Aunt MG is doing, and all the goofy stuff.
Adulting sucks.
Love ya.
Creekside Whispers 