lantairvlea

They had a special on the Hell's Angels on the History Channel tonight. My uncle Lad, on my dad's side, used to ride with them. I don't know how long, but I believe it was a while. He was a great guy. Though he died of cancer a few years back. They thought they'd gotten it all, but it came back, from what Mom said it was the same way with my Great-Oma Green, who was her Oma. Kinda wish I knew my dad's side a little better. I kinda, well I DO miss Lad. Remember going to his funeral. I didn't cry. At least . . . I didn't until I saw Mom's face streaked with tears, that's what got me. Seeing Mom cry.

And I sit here holding you.
Touching, smelling, hearing your breath.
And I know, I know.
The instant I let go.
Release my touch and hold.
This moment will be gone.
And I shall forget.
Until reminded by some smell.
Reminded by some familiar texture.
Then the memories shall return.
And all will be well for that moment.
As it shall last for eternity.

yeah, go figure, that's just off the top of my head . . . wee. G'night.