There’s so mucH | wisH | coUlD rememBer aboUt yOu.
…but mosT of wHat sTicKs witH me is tHe uselesS sTufF.
| rememBer beInG bored pRetTy mucH alL tHe time.
Stop tHat, carole. yOu sHoUlD be paYinG atTenTiOn.
When yOu fidGet like tHat, it’s disTracTinG.
QuIt bugGinG me. hMpH
Our fatHer, wHo arT in heAven sTop mesSinG aroUnD. YoU ShOuLd BE PAyINg ATtENtIoN.
halLowed be tHy name.
he betTer not give tHem to me.
tHy kinGdom come…
…tHy wilL be done, on eArTh as it is in heAven. Give us tHis daY…
…oUr daIly bReAd anD forGive us oUr tResPasSes as we forGive tHose…
…anD how sCary it was wHen yOu anD leO got sicK.
ranDom sTufF sTicKs. like how tiny yOur naIlS were, or how yOu woUlDn’t laUgH wHen | made faces at yOu…
tHe body of cHrisT.
agaInSt us, anD leAd us not inTo temPtatiOn but
tHe body of cHrisT. …but tHen, LeO got betTer afTer a litTle bit, so it didN’t seEm as seriOus. | figured yOu’d come bacK, toO. SOoner or later.
amen. amen.
|’m doInG pRetTy goOd!
leO! it’s gReAt to seE yOu agaIn. yOu loOk welL.
| wisH | rememBered more aboUt yOu.
alL rigHt, he’s rigHt tHroUgH here.
but inSteAd, | can’t sHake tHe sMelL of tHe hosPital anD tHe sTranGe noIses tHe iron lunGs made…
…anD tHe terRibLe feElinG of walKinG rigHt pasT tHem…
…KidS my age.
wHoOsH
wHoOsH
sTucK rememBerinG tHat tHe lasT time | saw yOu…
