Monday, April 23, 2007


Do you understand grief?

No, me neither.

But I do now realize that no number of cigarettes smoked, no amount of wine or liquor consumed over convivial times at the bar, no multitudes of men, no amount of cock will fill that hole, cross that divide, deliver me.

Miss you, dad.


Blogger Tom Paine said...

My own father has been dead 12 years, and while I don't miss him often (we weren't terribly close), I miss him, and often at times when I least expect it.

1:22 PM  
Blogger Gillette said...

I don't understand it, but I've done lots of it. Losing parents is awful. It's not easy being an orphan. I feel for you.

9:33 PM  
Blogger Lou said...

Sending you a long, close hug. And hoping you are still remembering all the special things with a smile.

10:24 AM  
Blogger Richard said...


7:44 PM  
Blogger desert diamond said...

Thanks for all of these kind thoughts. Living is, and it keeps on being so. I'm trying to get in as much as I can, for him, and for myself.

2:23 PM  

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