Driving home, alone, in the dark for the past three weeks has finally broken me. I cry every night. I blare out every song weve ever sang. I laugh through tears at random memories no one else knows. And most times I make it home feeling better. But not tonight. My mom is dying and every defense mechanism I had is gone. Im the guy that pulls it together. The guy that gets things done. But I cant because the only thing I know anymore is that my mom is dying.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 06:11:25 +0000