"On this Memorial Day, we honor the fallen—not only as soldiers, but as sons, daughters, and family whose sacrifice left an unfillable void and echoes through generations."

Yesterday drained me. Today, I just exist

Cowboy went to both morning and evening services. 
He dozed for a bit, then wandered outside. 
I lost track of him after that.

Badger slept in, took her time getting started, and eventually got to cleaning the house.

The coffee is the only good thing about today. 😩 #roughday

I was asleep by 11 p.m. and didn’t even know Heron came home from work.
He was roaming around the house at 11:46 p.m., and I was dead to the world.
He took a shower, grabbed some water, sat on my couch, and played with the dogs.
I snored right through it all. 
My bedroom is just off the living room.
He headed down to his RV at 12:21 a.m.

The Weight Grief Leaves Behind

I’m not doing very well right now.
People say it’s just an uncle. 
That an uncle isn’t like your mom or your dad.
But I never had a dad.

Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind

♥♥♫♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥¸ ¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•*¨*

“I keep thinking I should have visited more. I should have called. I should have made time. Now they’re gone, and all I have is this grief tangled up with regret.”

When we got to my Uncle’s this morning, Hippy Aunt, one of her daughters, and two of her granddaughters were already there.
The living room floor was piled with papers.
I don’t know if Uncle left it that way, or if they’d gone through the house and dumped anything that looked official.
His bedroom was the same.
A mess.
Uncle used to be very clean. 
Very neat.

Some calls stop time

My heart is broken.

A cousin called today, my uncle was found dead in bed.
 A neighbor called the police to do a welfare check.

Cinco de Mayo is a time to celebrate the beauty and richness of Mexican culture

"May the Fourth be with you."