I cant believe it has been ten years since our little town of Springfield had the worst day of our lives. we lost family and friends on May 21, 1998. My heart broke cause I lost an amazing friend and more friends were hurt.
The nightmares are still etched in my head and even after ten years it is like the wounds are brand new. I guess some wounds dont ever go away and having your friend die twenty minutes after talking to him on the phone is one of the worst ones I have. I can still hear his voice in my dremas sayin "Luv ya Baby Girl see ya at school. be careful I have a bad feeling today." then we laughed that he always had bad feelings and we hung up.
I am going to go to the memorial on WED. and just say goodbye again. and bring Mike his favorite flower. a carnation.
dont take a single day fro granted. one minute you could be talking on the phone next you are walking with your Ancestors in the Astral plains.
HUGS
