You got hurt suddenly, fatally.
I had my nose in the newest Andy Weir book and I was obsessed with it. The moment I heard my brother stomp on the floor above me, his door fly open, and the sound of an ambulance over a speakerphone lives in my brain.
It won't ever leave, though I didn't know it at the time.
You got hurt... A lot.
Like chronically.
On the way out the door I grabbed my book.
I figured you'd be okay.
I planned on a late night in the hospital, letting my mom go home to sleep while the kept you for observation and, hey, I could read my book.
I never opened that book again.
I returned it to the library unfinished.
Aeschylus’ The Oresteia: Agamemnon (tr. Richmond Lattimore)
2 years
:(
I miss the little whistle you'd do to get someone's attention. The little two note high low whistle. You used it the last time I spoke to you and it was a good conversation. I still use it to get the cat's attention because it's what he responded to best.
He misses you like hell.
So do I.
I just sold my copy of Warioware Twisted so I deleted my save data. This is what the game tells you afterward
Dad, I miss you
Dad, I'm sorry.
Thought of you
And where you've gone
And the world spins madly on
-The Weepies
I don't want to be in this year. I want to go back. He's not in this year I want to go back please
I should have raked the pine needles with you. I should have gone to dinner with you.
I should have been there when it happened
I should have been there.
First snow without him.
I wish he'd yell at me to shovel the damn driveway.
How fucked up is that?
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