Mon, Feb
25
2008
We cleared the snow from his grave and lit candles.
My mom tried to hold it together…she failed.
One day, this occasion won’t feel like complete and utter shite. Today is not that day…
I can’t really think of much else to say. Whatever poetic inclinations I have are in semi-permanent hibernation…
Happy birthday, dad. I wish you were here.
Banner image courtesy Tom's North American Trolleybus Pictures and the Scalzo collection.
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