Wednesday, February 04, 2004
Another of the "unreleased" recently discovered photos.
Mom said she had a dream that she was riding the Vespa and big pieces of it kept falling off into the road. I think that has something to do with you. I cannot remember dreaming about anything lately. I used to have dreams of you. You could be alive in my dreams. I guess I don't have that anymore either. Maybe from time to time you'll pop in.
We're now working on how to live, just the four of us. Everything is good, but it isn't so easy. Life is good, but not easy. That's where we're at.