His iPod music is comforting me…

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.


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