I remember when I was a kid, laying in my bed at night looking out of the east facing window into the backyard. There was a streetlight in the alley that cast an awful glow through the gap in the curtains. That light is still there. I miss my yard. I miss when the motion light on the corner of the garage would turn on when a stray cat would pass through. When I close my eyes and I can still feel what the windowsill felt like on my fingertips. When both windows were open, on a perfect fall night, the breeze was amazing. Almost every night you could hear the trains passing through the neighborhood. My home. How I miss it.
Month: September 2011
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Just when you want to feel sorry for yourself, you realize other people have real problems.
People get hurt and hearts break, so quickly.
Send Kat and her family the best thoughts you can think, as well as strong prayers.