A couple weeks ago I sat at his kitchen table as we talked and laughed. I remember thinking, “I should hang out here more often.”
Tonight I’m picking out a suit for a funeral.
There’s just never enough time.
A couple weeks ago I sat at his kitchen table as we talked and laughed. I remember thinking, “I should hang out here more often.”
Tonight I’m picking out a suit for a funeral.
There’s just never enough time.
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So sorry for your loss, Philip. There never does seem enough time for anything…
Glad to see you’re finding time to write, though.