I'm still very sad. I'd gone over to Cindi's last night to play cards and such and the night ended with some politics. I was driving back and thinking about it and thought I'd call my father the next day and tell him about the evening and talk politics and all of that like we used to. I miss talking with him. It'd been a while since I was able to have a good discussion about politics with him because his medication for this or that or his neglectful approach to eating better and getting out and about would leave him without enough energy to pay attention to politics and then have a good conversation about it. And I'd been busy, too, and not always into stopping by his place after work. But, even though it'd been a while since we'd gotten a chance to chat away about the political issue of the day, I always expected that there'd be another day someday when we could. And I catch myself anticipating that day still.
I've seen fire and I've seen rain I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that I'd see you again