: About Me

On a full moon night in October on a Friday the 13th seven years ago he's been gone now. The scene has ingrained itself in my mind. We had a fight 9 hours earlier. He was angry with me. I had stopped talking to him. I was outside in the shed when he left. He waved to say goodbye. But I refused to look up and wave. He was going out to celebrate with friends and co workers at a local pub. Everyone loved him. Especially me, he was my 1st born, premature back then weighing 4/lbs & 9/oz at 7 weeks early. He'd grown into a fine man. He taught himself to play guitar and was awesome at it. He was ...