Thursday, January 20, 2011

Telling Stories

With Dad's brother and sisters and my cousins. It feels like someone's missing.

And he is.

4 comments:

  1. I hope you all sang "The Wild Dogs of Kentucky."

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  2. (also? I'm sure he was there.)

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  3. It's been 14 years, and I know he is always there, and yet I will always miss him until the day I can be with him again. And I believe with all my heart that I will someday. And you will too. Peace.

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  4. You snuck in a blog post, you sneaky blog sneaker you. Cool.

    You know what's the gol-damnedest thing? I'll explain this feeling wrong... but I keep accidentally remembering that he actually *was* there. Everything too familiar: the long drive in the cold, plenty of gin. Arguing + listening to jokes till all hours.

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