2006/04/05
Forgetfulness and Sadness
I was so sure that I didn't have any jobs this week that I forgot to check my book and the substitute clerk called me to see why I hadn't reported to the school in which I was booked. Aw, crap, no excuse, just forgot. I went to the school for the last hour of the afternoon, anyway.
The day was full of flashbacks of the last few days of Dennis' life. Painful. I couldn't stop myself remembering. I don't know why - maybe there's no reason. Then I cried all the way to the Reh-fit Centre because a song from the sixties came on the radio -Herman's Hermits "Dream On" used to be "our song" right after we first met. I try to remain cheerful - nobody wants to read a blog written by Sad Sadie. But the truth is I still cry every day, sometimes several times a day. Even the worst day with Dennis still here was better than any day since.
Sorry folks, my heart isn't in this one.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~From the television show The Wonder Years
Forgetfulness and Sadness
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The day was full of flashbacks of the last few days of Dennis' life. Painful. I couldn't stop myself remembering. I don't know why - maybe there's no reason. Then I cried all the way to the Reh-fit Centre because a song from the sixties came on the radio -Herman's Hermits "Dream On" used to be "our song" right after we first met. I try to remain cheerful - nobody wants to read a blog written by Sad Sadie. But the truth is I still cry every day, sometimes several times a day. Even the worst day with Dennis still here was better than any day since.
Sorry folks, my heart isn't in this one.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~From the television show The Wonder Years
Forgetfulness and Sadness
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