Nights and weekends are the hardest times, and I lose it over just the smallest things. I was cutting up credit cards and saw her signature and cried, but for the most part I'm doing alright. I'm fine. I'm okay.
I'm going down to Contoocook for Thanksgiving at my daughter's, but maybe if you're around we could play cards or get an ice cream, you and me?
Nights and weekends are the hardest times.
I'm trying to remember not to forget. I will never forget.
