Alright. It’s just now feeling real. I know that’s normal and natural, but it doesn’t feel right. He’s gone. I won’t see him until the next life. It’s not fair, no matter how many decades he had with us. Five short years ago he could do anything. Now, he’s gone. This is not right. I carried his coffin today. His makeup was cakey and cheesy. Why did 90 have to be the line?
I really am alright, but I feel like I’ve been stolen from. Please feel free to disregard this post. G’nite all.