Six months ago… When you first screamed “Hi!” at me to get my attention, we’d be laying here together.
Who would have thought through our limited conversations about the people you were trying to push out of your life and the ones I had hoped to pull into mine we’d have arrived here? Then, it was so much about everyone else, our friends, our family, our work…
I wish I could have stolen some of your Christmas’ growing up.
I did not have the easiest of childhoods. Most of us didn’t. I can remember going across the street to my paternal Grandmother’s, where my only aunt would crack the door with chain behind it only to say to me “We ain’t got nothing for you,” then close the door and I’d take the steps down and come home. It was like this every year.
