I was thinking back to this time last year and realized I was with my mom and uncle Jack eating Indian food at an Indian Mother’s Day brunch put on at a restaurant near his house in western MA. I was thinking about how vulnerable I was, how fresh of a wound your death still was. You’re death will always be an open gaping hole in my chest as far as wounds go, but I’m hoping with time it will become a scar, not the ugly kind, but the kind you don’t put sun tan lotion on purposely because it looks cool and you never want to forget how it happened. I love you man and I never want to forget you and our time together. I never will.
Happy Mother’s Day to you and momma Wolfson, I miss you and her. I didn’t call your family today, I always feel like I bring up bad memories and feelings for them. It hurts me a lot knowing that but I respect their decisions. You were such a bright light in this world of stars and on days like today its especially hard knowing you’re not here in person to spend time with your loved ones. I’ll always love yah pooks,
You and Momma Bear in Paris. Happy Mother’s Day Gail! <3