Just me again.. wishing, grasping, healing
Sister, I know you’re watching… I just never know if you can feel what I feel, or hear the things I whisper only in my mind. So tonight, I’m writing it down for you.. loud, bold, && honest.. the way we used to be with each other. Life has been… a lot. Beautiful in moments. Cruel in others. && somehow still stitched together with you in the seams. && I need to give you some instructions.. because you’re in charge of my boy now. Take care of Brody for me, okay?? Give him baths, even if he acts like the world is ending at first. You remember how he’d huff && glare… then suddenly melt into the water like, “Oh yeah… I actually love this.” Scratch that spot at the opening of his ear.. you know the one. && behind his ear too. If you want to make him kick his leg like he’s trying to start a lawnmower, scratch his butt or that one perfect place on his chest. There’s a hidden spot on his belly that makes him lose his mind too.. you’ll find it. ...