Walking to work I suddenly remembered that I’d nearly forgot all about you and the tears came straight to my eyes.
I felt ashamed and I don’t know why.
Guilt I suppose.
I’m getting so busy and so happy, my lifes a dream now and time keeps passing on you’re moving further and further away brother.
I miss you.
That time of year is approaching fast again and then as I dried my eyes I remembered that last year I was getting all depressed and heavy and Marie said, in the nicest way possible, that I’d always told her you died on the 9th and it was the 8th and I got angry and made a scene…makes me wince just thinking about.
Too ashamed to say that I got the date wrong, too ashamed to say that I’m not sure I even know the date anymore.
What kind of friend am I?
Memories and knowledge are sliding out of my head brother, up to about 16 is a gaping hole and I don’t know what’s made up or real anymore and I fear the creepy crawl of the loss of my mind.
The Manson Family are moving the furniture a half-inch every day.
Sleep tight, I love you.
