Memorail Day??? No really.
Cant explain it, it doesnt mean anything. I so wanted to call my ex today. I needed that almighty validation again. Yeah I so in love with that word lately. Needy? Maybe but I sometimes need that somebody that was there, wherever i am traveling back to I need to reminisce with someone... else.
Today was the Memorail days of my past.
Memorial weekends of allnighters with lots of beer and laughing til you pee your pants. Family that drives you crazy but you would kill for without a second thought. Most of all nights beside a fire so hot and beautiful, mesmerizing dancing and safe.
Music that everyone knew the words too. Stories of out past that seemed unreal.
Memories of my grandparents.
My Aunts and uncles.
My brothers as teens, twenties, thirties.
Us as kids, our kids as kids.
My mom and dad sitting at the fire holding hands chatting between themselves. Laughing out loud.
Crossing the street to check on sleeping babies, or sneak a quickie maybe.
Lots and lots of beer. lots and lots of love.
Ten minutes would be nice. AN hour heaven. Maybe that will be my heaven or at least a part of it anyway.
Blazing mountain fire with sweatshirts and the smell of hotdogs and marshmallows. A car radio playing some olde southern rock and silly olde summer songs. People coming out of the shadows to stand next to the fire and laugh out loud with the mention of a memory of a friend or loved one we miss. Crackling, fire sparks that rise above the fire to reach into the night sky. Stars so high and far that they almost seem unreal. Until that last minute before you get to where you are going and they flood your rys with brightness.
Always a smile and a laugh around every corner. You could lay in bed and hear people laughing, singing and being family.
I hope somewhere tonight there is a fire with people gathered around it that have as much fun as we did.
Tonight in heaven is my Pop, with my nana, around a fire with my dad and tommy Robinson and Joanie. Mike Malone and a few others that knwo what I am feeling and hopefully they are thinking of us too.
Why bring up Timmy well. he knows what I dont have this year. He doesnt have it either. I am sorry for that. So Tonight I am thinking of Timmy and all the years he carted my ass to the mountain for weekends of mayhem and naughtiness I also have to say that it was a good time and a good run we all had. Sweet dreams to all my mountain family Love to you all.
Today was the Memorail days of my past.
Memorial weekends of allnighters with lots of beer and laughing til you pee your pants. Family that drives you crazy but you would kill for without a second thought. Most of all nights beside a fire so hot and beautiful, mesmerizing dancing and safe.
Music that everyone knew the words too. Stories of out past that seemed unreal.
Memories of my grandparents.
My Aunts and uncles.
My brothers as teens, twenties, thirties.
Us as kids, our kids as kids.
My mom and dad sitting at the fire holding hands chatting between themselves. Laughing out loud.
Crossing the street to check on sleeping babies, or sneak a quickie maybe.
Lots and lots of beer. lots and lots of love.
Ten minutes would be nice. AN hour heaven. Maybe that will be my heaven or at least a part of it anyway.
Blazing mountain fire with sweatshirts and the smell of hotdogs and marshmallows. A car radio playing some olde southern rock and silly olde summer songs. People coming out of the shadows to stand next to the fire and laugh out loud with the mention of a memory of a friend or loved one we miss. Crackling, fire sparks that rise above the fire to reach into the night sky. Stars so high and far that they almost seem unreal. Until that last minute before you get to where you are going and they flood your rys with brightness.
Always a smile and a laugh around every corner. You could lay in bed and hear people laughing, singing and being family.
I hope somewhere tonight there is a fire with people gathered around it that have as much fun as we did.
Tonight in heaven is my Pop, with my nana, around a fire with my dad and tommy Robinson and Joanie. Mike Malone and a few others that knwo what I am feeling and hopefully they are thinking of us too.
Why bring up Timmy well. he knows what I dont have this year. He doesnt have it either. I am sorry for that. So Tonight I am thinking of Timmy and all the years he carted my ass to the mountain for weekends of mayhem and naughtiness I also have to say that it was a good time and a good run we all had. Sweet dreams to all my mountain family Love to you all.
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