Yesterday, I finally deleted Nick’s yahoo email account.
Every thing I do serves to remind me he’s gone. Still gone. That it’s not a bad dream. That’s he not going to call, or walk thru the door and say ‘didja miss me?’. It’s frustrating…..and it’s heartbreaking.
This morning, I’m sitting at the stoplights in town and his last few minutes start racing through my mind. I can’t breathe, I start leaking, I just want to turn around, go home, and bury myself in my bed. I’ve learned that if I just breathe deep and LET it race thru my mind, it gets done quicker. Then I do what I can to remember some of the fun memories. Hiking up Buena Vista (smiles),
My Tom, Nick and Harry
The Grand Canyon
Meeting Richie Valens little brother 5 years ago at the Winter Dance Party at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa.
……oh, the things my mind brings up.
I’m eating fewer and fewer Tums too. Finally. I went from 2 every couple hours to maybe 3 or 4 a day now. I can’t wait for the day I don’t have several bottles stashed at home and at work. It’s getting old.
The weekend is here. I’m thrilled. I need to sleep in……
So today I leave you with this from the great Yogi Berra…..~A nickel ain’t worth a dime anymore. ~Yogi Berra