Perhaps to fill the gap or keep my mind off him, I am recording each chapter of my book--and thoroughly embarrassing myself in the process. But what do I care, really? It's fun. And if anyone one, just one person, get enjoyment by listening to it, then that's all I need. I'll be happy.
Wednesday, July 27, 2022
Me making a fool of myself, as usual
I thought losing my sweet Henry would get better over time but to be honest it's only gotten worse. That little guy left a rift in my heart that can never be replaced. The song "Tight Connection to My Heart" by Bob Dylan is perfect sentiment--we had such a close connection that is impossible to explain.
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