This is not some heartfelt poem or nostalgic memoir of the days of yore.
This is how I felt about yesterday – Monday, April 28th 2015.
Drove 2 1/2 hours thinking I was going to get some answers, but instead managed to wedge myself even deeper between a rock and a hard place.
Life is beautiful. Life is great. Bad times pass. This horrible situation and the years to come dealing with it may only be a blip in the many years I may hopefully live. I had to remind myself of that 1,001 times yesterday through the tears.
But yesterday – it can F*** itself.