He’s meeting his girls. They are his life.
He cares about nothing else really.
Ping. He reads the text message.
It wasn’t unexpected.
Even so, he’s disappointed. Again.
He feels his chest tighten. Just a bit.
His heart aches. Quite a bit.
But it always does these days…
Sick to my stomach I lay
Unable to scramble the next set of words together
I don’t want to imagine a world without you
“Without you” — words once forbidden in the vocabulary of a terrified young girl ,though faded through the years; she found her own way
She found her way
March 11 — It seems like some years are better than others when remembering my dad. This year was very hard. Part of the reason is because it started so soon. I know a lot has to do with my surroundings. Being in South America has reminded me…