In this house, you say goodbye when you leave.
You don’t know what’s missing because you don’t even realize a piece should be there.
Whatever your situation is, no matter how universal it might feel, know that it’s different for almost everyone.
It was one of the best and most timely things I ever gave her.
You’ll have to forgive me if all of this is still a bit raw.
I know we’re not supposed to mention those things. It makes us uncomfortable, but we’re all adults here.
There are so many pops and cracks, you’d think I was a walking pile of rap music record albums.
“Who has seen me today? Did I talk to people like this? What is wrong with my face? Am I freakin’ melting?!”
Had you told me two days earlier that this would have been Christmas, I would have screamed in worried agony. I would have called it a failure and seen my biggest fear become a reality.
You’re here, but your thoughts are a million miles away. One day, you’ll be up to talk about what that is. But that day is not today.