April 8, 2007
You may not be here but I can always be a friend. That's how I know, that's why I care. Today endless thought patterns were blurred by the family's presence. But I couldn't sleep the night before and could not eat. Eyes kept glancing at my plate. Eat, eat, eat damnit. Just let yourself be a mess, no one is perfect. I talked to them. Dave's in a nursing home playing cards now and my Dad is well. Left early and worked on our past itineraries but knew I didn't have the foresight yet, throwing the pen at the wall.