" Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down, tells ya she’s hurtin’ ‘fore she keens..."
Sorry I have not been around much this last week or so. This is my black time of year. The 12th of August is not a good day for me.
A very good friend that I had in high school died for a stupid reason. He was beloved, and his parents would not let me, his girlfriend, and anyone from school attend the funeral. I have hated them more than anyone on this planet since that day. The 12th was his birthday. Each year a group of us go out and set off a fireworks and just remember him. The way he really was, not what his parents thought he was. I miss you Robert, you would have been 24 this year.
The other reason the 12th is a bad day is more of my fault. A person I loved like sister, and took care of most of my life started to get distant around this time last year. I later came to find out that she had joined a cult like religion. Now I am a very open person, and really didn't care what religion she was, but when she called me the devil and I was going to hell I had to get away from her. I didn't just walk away, I really tried to help her but she didn't want anything to do with me.
She contacted me one more time when she was about to get married. It was the last time she was my Heather. I tried to reconcile with her, but her new 'family' step in and took her away. I miss her everyday, and that is unhealthy. I need to let you go, and move on. For years that didn't happen, but when I was out I at Roberts grave I realized that I had not thought of her in a long time. That broke me more than her words ever could. I don't want to forget.
Life moves on...