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Mother's Day I: The Obeah Man...
May. 15th, 2006 01:47 amBright and sunny. Quite different from last year. Though a number of things had changed in just one year. I could probably name them all with both hands, even if I didn't want to.
As the weekend came to a close, I found myself at the Gotham Cemetery, awaiting the arrival of one person who knew just what I was going through. She had gone through what I was experiencing, in one way or another.
The one I'm talking about is a very good friend of mine. I would've invited someone else, but I wasn't entirely sure if she would've been available today.
While staring at a picture that I would never get rid of I placed a few roses, thorns clipped off, next to a gravestone. I would never forget the individual who had taken her from me...!
"Happy Mother's Day, Mom..."
I hoped that my friend would actually show up, but if she wasn't able to, I would surely understand.
As the weekend came to a close, I found myself at the Gotham Cemetery, awaiting the arrival of one person who knew just what I was going through. She had gone through what I was experiencing, in one way or another.
The one I'm talking about is a very good friend of mine. I would've invited someone else, but I wasn't entirely sure if she would've been available today.
While staring at a picture that I would never get rid of I placed a few roses, thorns clipped off, next to a gravestone. I would never forget the individual who had taken her from me...!
"Happy Mother's Day, Mom..."
I hoped that my friend would actually show up, but if she wasn't able to, I would surely understand.
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