|one of the only pictures of just|
me and my dad
yesterday my back was itchy.
there was no one around to scratch it and i couldn't find my handy dandy back scratcher.
so i leaned up against the corner of the wall and rubbed away.
for a few minutes it felt really great.
and then i realized i was crying.
because my dad always scratched his back on the corner of the wall.
and it was exactly one month since he died.
and i looked at the clock and it was about the same time of day that he took his last breath.
what a bummer.
it has been a weird month and a weird summer.
i guess i'll prolly have a lot of these moments.
which is also weird because i never thought of my dad before when i scratched my back on the corner of the wall.
|daddy, momma and carrkids|
he died less than 48 hours after this picture