Thunder roars, it down pours, and flashes of lightning eliminate the whole sky. It’s a depressing day. May 27th, 2012. It’s 11 years on the dot that Edwin Joseph Ness died. Every year it comes, the feeling of sadness washes over my entire body. I don’t like to talk about it, discuss it or think about it, but I need to in order to deal … Continue reading May 27th: We remember our little boy.
I watch the clock tick minute by minute, closer and closer to May 27th, the day. Two things occurred on this day, a death and a birth. It’s the day my younger brother was born and my cousin died. This day looms over all of us every time it comes around, every time it rears its ugly head we think about what happened 11 years … Continue reading A life & a death.
I read it, I read it again & a third time. I don’t understand it. It’s boring, plus my recall learning disability interferes with what I’m reading. It seems to fully comprehend the material, I have to read it over at least five or six times, which becomes quite annoying as I have so many other subjects to tend to. It’s the life of an … Continue reading Recall Learning Disability: In a way, I guess I’m proud.
I sit in silence staring at the computer screen as I write this, trying to find the words to describe how I’m feeling. I’m solemn, depressed, sad, sickened, heartbroken & exhausted. The thought of death looms throughout my body. I try not to think about it, just merely the positive, but after you’ve watched Vh1’s Last Days of Left Eye and saw part of the car … Continue reading How will I ever get through the pain of death?
It’s double date night & we are going with one of my best friends and her boyfriend. We have the night arranged. We will go bowling and enjoy ourselves. The night is set. We drive over to pick them up & the laughs and giggles come from the 4 of us immediately because my then boyfriend cracks jokes that are so funny that they hurt … Continue reading He’s changed & I hate it.
The house is quiet & empty. Everyone is gone. Two are in Atlantic City and one is at work. I am alone, but it’s Sunday & I haven’t seen him in a month. He pulls up around 6:24. The time he was supposed to arrive was 6:15, but he was finishing up my stuff, he explained. We make our way into my room to converse … Continue reading Let’s just hope this lasts.