I'm listening to recordings of my dad playing songs for my friend Megan.
I can hear Megan laugh sometimes, at jokes that I'll never know because I'm not there, and that makes me happy.
I wish we were sitting on my mom's porch, perched on the railing, while my dad plays and I sing along, drinking delicious beverages and feeling glad to know each other, and glad to be alive. You and me and everyone we know who likes that front porch.
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In other news:
No need to worry, I have another part time job, one that will make sure me and mine are fed full of good foods all the time.
1 comment:
i'd like to be there, too, especially if you'll sing "i will follow you into the dark" with me...
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