Monday, March 23, 2015

The Day of the Dead

Tonight I went to the *Olson's home. I taught FHE on obedience. It was successful. The *Olson's made me posole for The Day of the Dead. They just let my talk about you, and asked questions about you. No one asks questions about you. And I just soaked it up. I absolutely loved it. Because I feel like they know you. No one here knew you. I feel like they know and care about getting to know you more.
I only wish I had more to fill my thoughts. I want to think about you, but not all the time. Even when I was madly in love with you I didn't think about you all the time. But I don't have anything else to occupy my time. No school, no work, nothing.
I think I am going to start looking for jobs in Hospitals, because that's the field I am going into and I would love to have experience. I also, it's the field you were going into, and whenever I am in a hospital or nursing home, I feel closer to you. It's like helping you live.

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