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Walking With Shadows (l0st_in_silence) wrote,
@ 2005-11-14 20:10:00
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    Old man take a look at my life im a lot like you
    R.I.P Frank Fortunato

    He passed away this morning, my parents got the phone call around 6am. I heard the phone ring and knew what happened. The funeral is friday, its going to be tough. The last funeral i cried at was Pops.. which was franks father in law. That was years ago. Before he died i would want to cry from just thinking about it. And then being in the house, and hearing denise cry as she told us how she'd sing him frank sinatra songs those last few days and he'd look at her and smile.. that just tears my heart out. And to make things even more interesting, i have to go to school and take an english final at 2 o clock. Brilliant! Who wants to write a timed essay on bullshit when you've been a wreck all morning.

    Its that time of year again.


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