Well...I really don't know much about zombies, but I feel like one these days.
I am forgetful.
I went to Target twice in a row and forgot to get the frozen fish. When I came back home, I didn't even realize that I had forgotten it. It was one of the reasons why I went to the store.
Sometimes I get lost in thought and miss my exits and my turn.
Sometimes I don't remember my drive to or from work. I just know that I went to work and came back home.
I still don't know how I am keeping this job and actually doing well at work.
Music makes me cry...all the time.
Sometimes random things makes me bust out the tears.
Stickers or cars, licence plates that I think you'd dig.
news on the radio...
watching fathers with theirs kids
Airports, airplanes, trees, paintings, poems, showers, the park, people, school
restaurants, food, bagels, sushi, wine
And this one gets me all the time....people talking about our children.
Maya is beautiful...
Isis is such a sweet child...
I still haven't written that narrative like I thought I would, for me, and for the kids.
I started to write it but then I stopped and couldn't pick it back up.
One of my reasons for writing it was because I thought my memory about that night would fade.
I was wrong.
It is something that I will never ever forget.
I will get that narrative done though.
I love you sweet Jesse.
I miss you, always, with every single breath I take.