I’ve got my blessings.
When I woke up at 4am, I just stared at the ceiling. Becky, in her sleep, reached over and grabbed me.
Nothing is more precious than that. That, in spite of who you are, you have someone who cherishes you.
That is why I'm alive. I suppose, that's what Rob didn't realize. He was special.
One year ago...almost today. F...I'm drunk, and this is my blog.
Tuesday, December 28, 2004 4:47:26 AM, From: jim, To: Stories