So if you haven't read the previous post, this one might not make a lot of sense.
I have found myself over the past few days wanting to talk to somone about Frank and about everything related to this, and I just keep... not doing it.
I'm finding I don't want to talk to people in my old age.
Crotchety.
Old.
Man.
1 comment:
First, I find you to be one of the men that is the least crotchety and least old. I'm glad we were able to visit on Wednesday night. Your grief is palpable. I'm praying for solace. I think the keyboard and music to the gravesite is a beautiful idea, and if you need someone to drive / ride with you, I'm available.
- Judy
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