I've just hit the ol' dashboard 'n have gone thru about 20 blogs that I haven't had the chance to read these past few days, yet after all that eyeballin' o' all those words I couldn't think of one damn comment to leave for ANYBODY.
20 blogs 'n notta word outta my mouth.
Perhaps its cuz its now about 8:45 p.m. 'n I've just come outta my days coma; perhaps its cuz I'm in somewhat of a rush to get to the kitchen 'n quench my thirst; or perhaps its cuz the only thing on my mind right now is that in approximately 7 hours it'll be the 20th anniversary of my husband's death. That's all I've been thinkin' of this past week or so. I honestly can't believe its been twenty years since he's been gone.
20 fuckin' years.
He was only 36, which was way too young to die. I was just 33, which was much too young to become a widow. Our oldest child was 17; our youngest was 5. And here I sit today, precisely 20 years after the fact, wonderin' where in the hell twenty years went.
I'm takin' the day off work tomorrow. I'm gonna take the time to laugh, to mourn, to remember 'n to cry; to pull out the boxes 'n boxes o' pics I've collected over the much too short a time we had together 'n to take a walk down memory lane.
I'm also hopin' for a long overdue spiritual visit from that crazy man himself. I'm prayin' he won't lemme down.