melted_function x I run into these pictures and my eyes bleed. I had a dream not long ago where he was so alive and so real. I don't think all the logic in the world can beat it out of my heart. He is not alive and he never will be again. I can't believe that. I can't understand that. Because tonight when I'm sleeping in my old room I'll hear his boots come down the hall around 2 or 3. When I wake up he'll be in the garage. I'll hear a drill and then the air compressor cycling. Maybe he'll want to go camping this weekend before I leave. And I'll eat steak because it's good when he makes it. He'll teach me how to do something new. Sometimes we'll talk and sometimes we'll be quiet because we know that whatever we are looking at is too beautiful to ruin with our noise. Maybe he'll wear that shirt that attracts all the butterflies or we'll see a mountain lion. They only seem to come out when he's there. Oh oh yeah they came to watch us bury him i guess that's the last time 040415 ... u24 nothing. 040416 what's it to you? who go blather from