There she goes in her funky car. I am blessed to have been part of her growing up. Andrews best friend. Seeing her throws loss into focus, past and present clash together. Grief for the "might have been" sadness for a life not being lived by another.
There are clouds of blossom brightening the verge.
Discussing mothers day card. "I will put her in my head, then in my card" he says.
Bit of this
Procrastinate now don't put it off.
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