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Tonight Randy's mom's boyfriend passed away. He was close to Randy and the kids. He was a truck driver, so his lifestyle consisted of greesey foods, little exercise, and the kind of legal speed those folk take. He also loved his booze. Heart failure. He died during open-heart surgery. He had his vices, but he was a standup guy who seemed to do everything in his power to look after those guys. This is so hard. I love Randy so much and I can't stand to see him hurting. I want to take it all away so badly. I just want to wake up and have this all be his bad dream. I feel sick. When I left him he had had his face in his hands for 45 minutes. Randy doesn't cry, but I wish he would. I always wonder if it would help. I'm going to be sick.
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