This is it. Official. If only I had tiny leaves...So being as I'm a people person and co dependent it should be apparent I like to please. So what might you, the reader, like to read about?
So this is my first request and if you know me from Twitter you know I aim to please. So yes I'll aquise. However be forewarned this will not be the go lucky tweet style you've perhaps grown fond of. This entry had dark leaves on the dead trees. 1977. Brown. Orange. Shag. And a new brother! Fast forward a year and a half. No more brother. He died in that house. Accidental death you know. Ironically not SIDS. If he had been twenty years older it could have been quite the rock star death as at his tender age he choked on his vomit. My Mum, who was working in the Answering Service I reference as Bea's found him. The sad part, sadder than the fire is I burnt my memories a long time ago and because of other events that occurred in an around and the years that followed I've blocked and have bits from recovered memories. And know I have no association. It's quite heart wrenching. I can't jog what I don't have. Memories. Slave Lake was so wonderful. Because I don't remember shit.
I would like to read more about the house that burned down and what memories you associate. Greetings.
ReplyDeleteSo this is my first request and if you know me from Twitter you know I aim to please. So yes I'll aquise. However be forewarned this will not be the go lucky tweet style you've perhaps grown fond of. This entry had dark leaves on the dead trees.
ReplyDelete1977. Brown. Orange. Shag. And a new brother! Fast forward a year and a half. No more brother. He died in that house. Accidental death you know. Ironically not SIDS. If he had been twenty years older it could have been quite the rock star death as at his tender age he choked on his vomit.
My Mum, who was working in the Answering Service I reference as Bea's found him.
The sad part, sadder than the fire is I burnt my memories a long time ago and because of other events that occurred in an around and the years that followed I've blocked and have bits from recovered memories. And know I have no association. It's quite heart wrenching. I can't jog what I don't have. Memories.
Slave Lake was so wonderful. Because I don't remember shit.
Deep. Painful. Real. Thank you for sharing.
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