Flying free

October 11, 2011 § Leave a comment

When I was born, Sunshine had already been living with my parents for more than a year, and I’ve spent my life expecting to enjoy his (rather crochety) company well into my own twilight years.

I never realized what comfort I took in that plan.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hope I see you in The Great Blue, brother.

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