My friend Brenda died last week. Today I went to her funeral in Clearwater. I’m sorry that Jackson and Michelle lost their mom. I’m sorry that Karley lost her best friend. I’m sorry Jack lost his Brenda.
The speeches made in her honor were amazing and genuine; just like her. Who else but Jackson could turn such a miserable occasion into something akin to a standup comedy routine, mixed with plenty of tears, of course. What an incredible person he’s grown up to be.
So that’s where I am these days; bumming around the interior again. I’ve been trying to force myself out and to be un-mopey to some degree; sometimes I am more successful at this than others. Will update with more whacky adventures when I’m feeling less miserable, but for now I’m outtie.