bloody mary's at the pub...
a day at the orchard...
presents from the gift whisperer...
amazing friends that make my stomach hurt from laughing so much... corn and penis jokes... music of mother jane...
but then everyone leaves and i think about how much i miss this smile...
and how this smile is a million miles away...
and this smile is a million miles away too...
and how this smile is leaving tomorrow...
and how this wonderful, amazing, kick ass woman is sick...
but then i get a text that says "you got good friends... family... me to carry you"...
and i think about walking into this empty house that's not empty at all...
i have this face...
and this face...
and i can still hear the laughter and feel the love that has always and will always fill this house...
and i am home...
2 comments:
Our paths lead us up, down through dark times and the best of times. You my dear are a living testament to that. I think the older we get the more we appreciate who we have in our lives and treasure the time we are able to spend with them so that when they are no longer walking with us the wonderful memories sustain us until we walk with them once again.
Nicky
This face loves you and was glad to see you on Friday (even though the spider's coming out of the face probably weren't GOOD to see).
Also, I want that bloody mary so I'll be seeing your face again soon.
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