Mournday
Dearest,
Another damn Monday without you. I’m very angry lately. Mostly I’m angry at myself, I think. Somehow this is all my fault. I don’t know how but somehow. Doctor KilledmyAbby’s office called me at work today. I wasn’t at my desk I was off running about. They left a message. Lucky for them that I was away, all they would have heard was a string of incomprehensible profanities and accusations. I deleted the message. Heh, I stashed the bill in my shirt.
I’ve had that song “Words” running through my head all day. I’m okay at the beginning “Smile an everlasting smile, a smile can bring you near to me” but when I get to the end “It’s only words and words
are all I have
to take your heart
away”
I totally lose it, start crying and everything. Then I have to go find somebody to get mad at. I’m not sure why that song affects me like that. I remember singing it to you but it wasn’t all that special or anything. Yeah, I know, grammar.
Spoke with Dave today. He’s probably my best friend, never been married, never even had a close friend die and yet he doesn’t say dumb things, kind of amazing. He’s so after me to come to Aruba in January though. He said I shouldn’t go telling everyone what happened. I know, that’s what I asked him. He said that they would just know, immediately that they could never compete. When you died you became like a saint to me and who can compete with a dead saint? Saint Abby. Don’t you just hate it? But you know, it could be interesting, maybe they have a “Not Saints” room and you could hang out with Moses and Abraham and Ruth and Esther, I know you’d have questions for them.
You’ll have fun editing that paragraph. I told Dave so I’ll tell you, guy at work getting set to give me advice about being a widower starts his sentence with “Well if I were You I’d” I said “Hold it stop it right there! When your wife dies THEN you can tell me what you’re going to do”.
Was mean huh? Yeah, well, there is some crap up with which I will not put! Ha!
Till later, your Ken
Another damn Monday without you. I’m very angry lately. Mostly I’m angry at myself, I think. Somehow this is all my fault. I don’t know how but somehow. Doctor KilledmyAbby’s office called me at work today. I wasn’t at my desk I was off running about. They left a message. Lucky for them that I was away, all they would have heard was a string of incomprehensible profanities and accusations. I deleted the message. Heh, I stashed the bill in my shirt.
I’ve had that song “Words” running through my head all day. I’m okay at the beginning “Smile an everlasting smile, a smile can bring you near to me” but when I get to the end “It’s only words and words
are all I have
to take your heart
away”
I totally lose it, start crying and everything. Then I have to go find somebody to get mad at. I’m not sure why that song affects me like that. I remember singing it to you but it wasn’t all that special or anything. Yeah, I know, grammar.
Spoke with Dave today. He’s probably my best friend, never been married, never even had a close friend die and yet he doesn’t say dumb things, kind of amazing. He’s so after me to come to Aruba in January though. He said I shouldn’t go telling everyone what happened. I know, that’s what I asked him. He said that they would just know, immediately that they could never compete. When you died you became like a saint to me and who can compete with a dead saint? Saint Abby. Don’t you just hate it? But you know, it could be interesting, maybe they have a “Not Saints” room and you could hang out with Moses and Abraham and Ruth and Esther, I know you’d have questions for them.
You’ll have fun editing that paragraph. I told Dave so I’ll tell you, guy at work getting set to give me advice about being a widower starts his sentence with “Well if I were You I’d” I said “Hold it stop it right there! When your wife dies THEN you can tell me what you’re going to do”.
Was mean huh? Yeah, well, there is some crap up with which I will not put! Ha!
Till later, your Ken
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