1/27/17

1/20/17


I hear you...

1/17/17


I heard you the other day speaking to me when I left the house. At least, I want to believe it was you. Its hard, Frankie. The hardest thing I have ever had to do, and it just never ends. The new hurdles that come up. I guess its all part of it. But, I feel like he has everything he needs with them. I try to stay here for you. Because of my love for you, Jackie, Pops and Lilly. I dont want to be here. But I dont want to leave them. I guess I will eventually be with you in my own time. But, then, why delay the inevitable? What is the point of this measley little life? Really. Can you give me an answer, because I cant think of any meaning in life. Not anything that is worth anything. I dont know. I miss you, I love you so much my son. I love you so much, and I am being crushed by the weight of this loss. I hide it. I hide it, but I cant stand it, I just want to see you again. I have to go, I love you. Watch over your Pops on the road tonight, the rain is bad. But, then...you probably know that, and so much more. Or, not...

01/12/17

I miss you, my son.....

01/04/17


fRANKIE,
i CAN'T. i CAN'T. tHIS WORLD IS SO FUCKE3D UP. THE TORTURE OF POOR DEFENSELESS CHILDREN, ANIMALS, EACH OTHER. THE ISIS MONSTERS TAKE PLEASURE IN PAIN, AND A rELIGION THAT PREACHES TO KILL IN SUBTLE SUBTLE WAYS....PLEASE pLEASE i DON'T WANT TO SEE IT ANYMORE. iTS TOO BIG. iTS TOO SAD AND BRUTAL, AND TOO BROKEN