the 22nd of any month
the 22nd of any month is still hard.
last night i tossed some flowers and petals over a bridge into the chena river. i then bought a softball and tossed it at a fence for about a half hour.
it helped me realize one thing: melissa was an awesome softball pitcher and i completely suck. i couldnt even keep the ball off the ground before crossing home plate. someone should remind me of that pathetic show of sports-challenged next time i pick up any sort of ball.
23 MAY
2003
2003
1 Love Notes
I miss her too. This was the first month I didn't remember the 22nd. It seems wrong some how to be moving on and getting through the grief. The process seemed right but the "getting through" seems disrespectful some how.
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