Monday, 9 March 2009

The end of something beautiful.

Yeah...I'm still down in the dumps. It feels like ever since the Kilmorey burnt down, things have gone downhill. I'm missing Al a lot. I'm talking about him in the present tense, as if he's still here, because it feels too unreal. He called me 'munchkin'. He had names for all of his girls. He came to the lounge every day at 4pm and gave me a hug, and then started ranting on about wingnuts.

This group says it better than I can:

As someone on here says; “I’ll miss the way he told stories and you didn't really understand but you laughed because you love him”.

1 comment:

Vanessa said...

hello my little one,
Many hugs for you, I'm so sorry. I'm thinking of you...