...he looked over the edge...into infinity...and there in front of him was what he'd been searching for...a peanut butter sandwich...with jelly...he knew the search would continue until he found...milk.
Monday, August 01, 2005
Pops funeral was this morning. People talk of closure and I suppose that is what all of us experienced. I am still empty. Still sad. Still trying to get my mind around death and its implications. Closure will take more time.
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