these are momentary feelings; pieces of my troubled mind; i write what i think, what i think is what i feel, what i feel is what I am and what i am is what i am...... and if only promises could erase the past, I could open my heart enough to take it all back. But Ive been down this road, time and time again. And I've learned the hard way how the story always ends...
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Remembering Olays
I have known Jeff since the first time he hit production. He asked for the chair beside me. That time I didn't know he was a gay. Time passed and we became so closed. I have know him to be a very jolly person. Health conscious and God fearing. He always has this small rosary and prays before the shift starts. We go on lunch together, we go to work sometimes riding the same fx from Rosario. We go home together as we go by the same route. We were so close and I feel like I can tell him anything. Even my baby knows him and is fond with him. It is such a sudden death, I feel so sad. So so sad. This is so bad. I don't understand how this could happen. Gone too soon. I will miss you. We will miss you. May you rest in peace.