Today is five months. That should pretty well sum up things. But no, I'll fill in the blanks a bit. Daily life still hurts. I figure I have the most active tear ducts on the planet. Always something in daily life that Sam should be part of, homework, just being that loveable pain. Damn, the emptiness is constant and painful
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It continues to be so hard to post. And this being the first week of school, well there just are not words to describe the emptiness. I've now been on a forced Samantha fast for 132 days. If it were food or water, it would just end. For me it is something almost as vital, yet the body doesn't waste away, the process of being physically alive
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I have no idea how I missed this one . . . Switchfoot is playing the dewActionTour at the Rose Garden Saturday night. Looks like tickets are only $12. That's a deal and event worthy of notice.
With §am being such a nerd, as are most of you, this should hold your attention for a little bit. I know she would have burned some of her "bored" time with it.
Minutes and hours and days and weeks still don't have that fit I've known all my life. The familiar fabric of time is now wrinkled and twisted, sometimes wet and knotted. For that stuff I have no equation or formula. Which is much like the math conundrum I've been fighting. However, life suddenly changes
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