i'll be in class, driving down abercorn, giving fritz a bath, and i'll think of a conversation i wish i could have. of one last thing i want to say.
but all of that aside, this is a list of thoughts i wrote down the morning my grandfather died.
God, please be nice to him.
maybe i'll take up painting.
a razorback shirt would be nice.
my mom is an orphan.
so it's true, only the good die.
if there isn't really a heaven, i am going to be pissed.
will my brothers be ok.
at least i don't have to see june again.
i'm going to go through this at least seven more times.
do i still have his business card.
can he really see me down here.
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