Yesterday I was peeling the shells off from the eggs I boiled and as I did, I was remembering how it seemed everytime in the past I boiled eggs... Tommy would show up. It was special because he loved boiled eggs and I would let him get as many as he wanted to eat. Tommy can't show up now but, I
wonder if in spirit he could be 'there'? I miss you, Son.
Colors As I Go
grief (32) only child (4) Scary (2) Boiled eggs (1) Distrust (1) Don't call me Faye (1) Dying (1) I hate to be called Faye (1) I'm afraid of the dark (1) Middle age woman (1) Pain that reaches the soul.. can't be seen (1) Running (1) Where did my youth go? (1) dying in a beautiful way (1) life is fragile (1) light on my path (1) my son (1)