then, my orange sprayed me on the cheek
Sitting here, muching on my orange and all seems well in my world...minus a slight pain in my left ear.
This senario hardly sounds like grounds for a post here, but the guitar cords that follow my orange spraying me make it one.

One of our many 'off limits' songs just finished playing on the radio. And I remember just how much I miss Luke. Usually its just a dull throb in that region just between your chest and stomach. But as I listened to all those lines that I committed to memory nearly 8 months ago I feel it as if Bev had just told us the news.

I wish I could say that I've left flowers on his grave nearly enough to make sure that he knows that we still care, but I can't. I hope that he knows, or knew just how much we love and loved him.
- posted by Catherine @ 3/29/2005 10:02:00 PM