How interesting. The very iPod that he gave me one Christmas and he spent hours setting it up and filling with music. He put in a few Avalon albums. Which is currently the album that I’m listening to be strengthened and comforted.
Is that ironic?
Sometimes I remember things, the good things and the good times. And I feel torn, because I start remembering how he really loved me a lot and that he sacrificed a lot and often did a lot for me. And then I’m pulled back into realtiy with a harsh tug. And I just can’t see how in the world we ended up like this.