Showing posts from July, 2010

Spending eternity...with the ex

In a recent conversation with my brother, he assured me that I would not be alone when I'm dead and six feet under. He asserted that I would be buried next to my ex wife. There would also be a tunnel or passage way leading from her casket to mine. Of course, this would just be a one-way path in which she only has access. This will allow her to reach over to me and rip, tear the flesh off of my arm for all of eternity. For some unlucky reason, every night my skin, muscle and tendons will heal and she can do it all over again in the morning. Thanks Craig! You rock!

My son

My son is my buddy. He has been there by my side in the darkest of days. He was there for me when I was at the absolute bottom and limit of what the human spirit can endure. Always with a smile. Always happy to just be, there with me. Words cannot even begin to describe the shear emptiness and despair I feel when leaving him. Holding him in my arms and kissing his little cheeks as tears fill his beautiful blue eyes, I can imagine doing this even when he is grown. Yes, he is my good buddy. My son, Sam.