Thursday, April 16, 2009

one year later.

I can't believe it's been a year, come and gone like one long dream. I feel guilty that I don't feel sad every day because you're not here. I used to, but now I keep myself busy so I won't have to think about how much I miss you. And I think you'd be alright with that, because every day I work, I hope to make you proud and you can see that.

But it would be better if you were here.

I miss you dad, and I love you.

Monday, April 13, 2009

tent city.

a lot to process still, and the story doesn't wait. these folks out here have been so open, so welcoming, and i'm struggling to justify in my head how life can take you down one path just as easily as another.

more to come.