Elijah's Beach was covered in a mountainous rotting kelp bed.
It really stunk. In more ways than one.
The sky looked like this today:
And, the BOS was in town, and she made fun of the sky and called it 'angel wings' because she knows I think that is funny, and then posed with a crooked halo to prove it:
Every year I wonder what kind of cake I would be baking for him.Every year I wonder if next year I could maybe pretend today was like any other.
Because this? This is hard.
How ridiculous to get wrapped up in one day. How insane to give so much of one's sanity to a season.How irrational to move through the day alternating between 'I'm fine!' and zombie-like states as you neglect your live children so that you can mourn your dead one.
I can't help it.
I have been trying. And what I have is a big fat lump in my throat. When I try and swallow it, it makes my eyes bulge out and then water comes out of them.
Strange phenomenon, that.