as I empty my car I release memories. my baggage. the only safe place to store my memories and keep them mine. the house and garage are full of the family traditions of depression, alcohol and suicide. it's painful, debilitating, and exhausting.
i'm mourning auntie 3/10/24, uncle 3/21/17, Eric 6/13/17. every death brings back the pain. the loss.
I still don't know where or why the blog disappears.
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