Dear Barbara; about your house
Barbara, I have never more wanted to talk to you then this week, when getting ready to sell your house. Why is everything so dusty?...
Today would have been my father’s 68th birthday.
Has it been almost seven years? It feels like forever; it feels like yesterday.
Here’s a song I listened to a lot when he was sick –
A long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember the last thing that you said as you were leaven’
Now the days go by so fast
And it’s been a long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass