Tuesday, October 15, 2013
A year ago, I got one of the hardest phone call I've ever received. The only one that rivals it is the phone call I got from my mom about my RowRow. Which is ironic because this phone call was from my mom as well. It was awful. I fell apart and I didn't know how to fix it. One of my best friends was gone. Gone and he would never ever come back. And now it's been a year. 365 days. I still think about him every single day. He flits across my thoughts with the whims and the fancies of a fairy, and sometime it's just a touch. Sometimes I think of him so hard I reach for the phone to call him. And I know he's not there. I don't know if I'll ever find someone to take his place. In 365 days I haven't. I miss you and I love you my Toto. I'm dressed up today, just like you liked me to be. I'm waiting for you to show up in your swanky suit and take me dancing. I guess I'll whirl by myself today.