MARCH

I would normally write a little something about my daddy on the anniversary of his death, Robin too but I didn’t this year. I don’t think I did the last two years. I haven’t forgotten about them; never that. Maybe it’s because it’s don’t hurt so much. I rather think of all the good things instead of focusing on their absence. Plus, I’m so at peace with my daddy’s death. I’ve said that thousands of times. I don’t like the fact that I have to soon come face to face with Tiffany. I’m not ready for that. I guess I won’t know how to handle that until the time comes. I do know that I don’t want a relationship with her. I felt like I never really had a relationship with her. She was Robin little cousin. She was around I never actually hung out with her on a regular basis. The last time Robin and I went out she was with us. Anyway, I don’t even need to be talking about her. This supposed to be about my daddy. It’s been eight years since he’s been gone. I think about him all the time. I’m trying to get used to my granddaddy being gone. I haven’t even kept up with how long he’s been gone. I just know I miss him. I thought about him Sunday when we were at my momma house after church, talking about church. I know my granddaddy talking much trash about everything that’s going on. It’s a mess. But I don’t want to talk about that either. No point. Fix it Jesus. Tank’s birthday is this month. Birthdays and deaths all month long. Our family did visit granddaddy’s grave Saturday. It was good to have all of us together like that. I guess we should have gone to see Tank too. I suck at visiting graves. I used to go see Robin regularly. After my daddy died I stopped. I just rather remember. I cherish my memories. Sometimes I feel like I dwell on the past too much, but I’ve had some good times. I could say this life don’t owe me nothing but me being selfish wants a million dollars and a good husband to love me. Lol