9/2/09
Today is a sad day, more so than most. Two years ago today we moved into this house. A house that I am about to loose, a house that is so lonely since you left it. Do you remember that move from hell? Me, Callie, and Sean Beta in the truck and you and moma in the Uhaul? What a joke that was. That should have been our clue to stay in Florida.
I wish we had more memories here in this house together. All I have is the 8 months we were here together. It is ironic that when you died I wanted no part of it and now I a holding on to it like it was you.
I moved your stereo out of the garage today and it killed me. I didn’t want to move anything you touched last. My heart was breaking when I tried to find the right buttons to push and tried to remember what you said about it. I cried when I cleaned it, like I was wiping away your fingerprints and you. But somehow I know your gone and never coming back. Even when I saw the nicotine I didn’t want to do it. Just another part of you gone.
I’m sitting here on the bed with Moma. Sometimes I wonder what she is thinking. Does she think you just left her? Does she know what really happened to her daddy? I do know that she misses you. She is not the same either.
I’m sitting here in the dark wondering why I don’t feel you, why I don’t ever see you. What am I supposed to do without you? You were supposed to wait for me. We were supposed to do this together. Why didn’t you wait? Why didn’t you take me with you? I have no place here. I have no heart left. You took it with you. What am I supposed to do here alone?