Kneading My Hand Too Tight Against The Wheel. The End Of An Era.

Oh my what a week. It started out rocky with lack of sleep. There was a funeral I couldn’t bring myself to attend. Friends wife passed away from COVID. It’s a sad f***ing story that I won’t get into. I came into work for an hour to finish a report than I went home and took some meds and crashed for 4 hours. I needed it. It was the day my brother from another mother passed. I had a couple drinks in his memory that evening. It ended with a father of a friend leaving this world from COViD.

Homecoming week on campus is always so fun. This year makes up for last year of no events. I missed the mall March when I was in slumber, but the blue and gold I wouldn’t miss for anything. The bonfire and fire works were also very fun. Some poor bastards lost their dog.

Promised rain and we’re fulfilled. It rained & rained and rained. Finally we got our hurricane. Thank you, Pamala! You did us well. It was a great relaxing day. If only the rain had continued after work. It basically stopped as soon as I got off. Bummer.

My wife moved most her stuff out of the house. Big day. It’s weird to see the closets empty. The room bare. Sun on an empty room. On one hand, it breaks my heart. On the other, is a catharsis. I hate either way. It’s not what I wanted. When I would see old couples holding hands I saw myself & Bekah. Ah, life. Isn’t it a joy. I wrote a long blog about relationships falling apart way back in June that I never posted. That feels like a life time ago. I still have it saved & just gave it a read. I had hope. Hope is much like a dream. They don’t come true. I miss holding hands, who knew.