Friday, April 16, 2021

the night before.

8 years ago tomorrow is your angelversary.

It seems longer than that. It seems shorter than that.
The hole that was left has scabbard over and yet scars still pang with an occasional pain.
Your mom's Facebook account went dark, and as your children and brother don't have her as a friend,  I'm guessing that she has joined you and pop. 

I miss you still. 123