It’s been one year.
I want to be there, I just can’t in the depth of mine, depths of my mind.
grief has this funny way of sneaking up on you.
See you later, alligator. After awhile, crocodile.
Growing up, dinner and cards were a staple every Friday night. As we aged, these nights were fewer but every once in a while, we’d reunite for a game of 31.
I take my coffee the way you taught me, two inches from the top with a splash of cream.