Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Pops went to the horse farm last night to do a white noise recording in the barn.  He was with a few people, and asked, "Frankie, are you there?". Twice, he repeated. When they listemed to the recording, after the question was asked, they heard, question. Then, "Dad?" Question, then answer, "Dad?".
I haven't heard it yet, but I will know when I hear it. 
I miss going to the movies with you. Random, I know...but these things pop in my head.....I have had the need to ask you to go to the movies so many times. It will be 2 years, 2 weeks from yesterday. I hate November, I hate November 15. Actually, now, I just hate everyday. Just bideing my time until I die. 

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