My weekend consisted of: a four-hour drive to Atlanta, a flight to Michigan, a funeral, two nights without quality sleep, a four-hour drive to Savannah, then six hours in the car to return home. To top it off, a text message from Mike, whom I've been "dating" for two months, asking if my phone was broken. I thought I was having doubts about him - now I'm sure of it.
My aunt Pat suggested I wouldn't find love until I was ready for emotional intimacy. Perhaps she's right, but I don't believe I'll be ready until men stop sucking.
9.30.2008
9.25.2008
Uncle Joe
I love little baby ducks, old pick-up trucks,
Slow-moving trains, and rain
I love little country streams, sleep without dreams,
Sunday school in May...and hay
And I love you, too
Joseph William Quinlan: July 23, 1949 - September 20, 2008
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