Coming up on twenty years
In a couple weeks I’ll celebrate the twentieth anniversary of dad’s death.
This is a tough time of year for me, because of that. I doubt this will ever stop hurting, and it hurts for new reasons every year.
Seeing the death around me makes me mindful of the parts of my life i’d like to improve, and I’m hard at work improving them. I intend to die used up, and not from work, either.
Live, you sons of bitches. Don’t make me tell you twice.
I hear ya.
every second of every day.
I like Dolly’s answer to people who give her grief for treating her body (long pause to appreciate that body) like a temple. She says, “No. I don’t want to live forever. But neither do I want to spend the rest of my life dying.”
M
Got it very well covered.
I feel ya og.
Miss my Dad a bunch too.
Hope you feel better…