When someone you love dies, you don't lose them all at once. You lose them in pieces over time, like how the mail stops coming. What I remember most to this day was my mother's scent and how I hated it when it began to disappear. First from her closets, then from her dresses she had sewn herself and then finally from her bedsheets and pillow cases.
i havent been on in a couple days, but it looks like this one is open still.
i used a quote for this vary early on in the thread that noone got
Joe: My balls just turned to prunes!
Simon: My balls just turned to raisins!
its simon birch,,,,,i loved that movie,,,the book is even better
