Hello from a laundry basket in the middle of our mostly empty living room floor.
I have a grapefruit sized lump in my throat that makes basic function tricky.
I can see the sun coming up through the oval leaded glass window on our front door and it rises on my last moments in this home. (and it’s all soundtracked by Jamey Johnson’s “In Color“)
(If it looks like we were scared to death like a couple of kids just trying to save each other… you should have seen it in color)
And suddenly I’m watching a music montage of my own life happening all around me Continue reading