100 days
wow.... its been a hundred days, I went to his house expecting to see him smoking in his kitchen, but all there is, are photos and fuzzy fuzzy memories. It's just so final.... thats exactly it... DEATH is so FINAL......
His children are still growing up as quick as they can...... Life goes on, even after you have.....
I just wish I could be there more.....
1 comment:
remember: "may his soul banana fritter blessing"
"We miss you bang!"
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