Today is the 2nd anniversary of my Sands M's death. I don't know what to do with myself. I feel like..... I don't even know how to describe it. All I can do is listen to some Sam Cooke (whom she loved, just like me) and remember her and wish that I had her here to bring her wedding pro skills to my wedding and to talk about the ridiculous nature of some of the folks in Zeta.

I miss our long talks in the car after whatever event we went to. I miss her getting me to go to and do things I didn't want to do. But I would, because I loved her. I miss having her back. I miss her having mine.


I'm gonna stop now because it won't do for me to cry at my desk.

Later...........