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on grief

They put the tea on because they know you’re on your way. You grab your jacket, I wait by the door. Before you go, can you show me where I look to turn the breaker back on if we run the blow dryers at the same time again? And quickly show me where we keep the lightbulbs? Does this picture frame need a screw or will a nail do? Do you think if I move the clothes out of it you could take my old dresser out of the closet? You don’t have time for all this but I continue; When is it time to change my tires? How do I make sure the hoses won’t freeze up in the winter? What if the bank calls and tells me I can increase my credit limit, should I do it? Can you quickly explain to me why the democrats want to get rid of fracking? And also what is fracking? Do you think I’m on the right career path? Should I be investing part of my paycheque? What is that noise coming from the furnace? Can you check it out I can’t sleep if it’s clicking all night?  You sit patiently with me, I know you have to ...

if we ever stop talking send me a song

My friends tell me that my party trick is knowing every lyric to every song I've ever heard.  It's among my favourite party tricks (others, not so much). But for some reason, I just LOVE music. A good backstory, a good hook, everything about everything. I wish everyone could feel music the way that I do. So when someone shows me a song, its a very special thing for me. I always think about all things it could mean for them. If they're trying to tell me something that way, or if they just like the vibes. I learn all the words so we can sing it together. So I can understand it and understand them, too. And for the rest of eternity I will think of them when it comes on. I'll think about that one snapchat video where we couldn't even hear the concert in the background over the sound of us screaming along to Jason Aldean in that dusty field. Or when Water Under the Bridge by Adele came out and we couldn't help but laugh about what it meant to love someone. I'll r...

the one where haleigh graduates university

I had one guitar lesson ever in my life. He was a strange man with long hair and smelled like cigarettes and honestly, I was always better at piano so, needless to say, uninterested.   He said one thing I remember though: “don’t look at your fingers when you’re playing a chord, focus on how it feels. Close your eyes if you have to.”   He was trying to explain that feeling the chords out helps to make everything sound smoother, and it’s easier for your hand to memorize where to go.   I can’t look at the guitar when I play anymore. And so many other things. So many things I was doing out of desperate need for order, complete exaction. Routines and plans and everything else. Doing things because I was used to doing them, looking at the strings and knowing this how they’re supposed to be played.   But how does it feel? Is this even a good song?   Wondering how many times I’ve turned down this street and not known it’s name. How many times I had l...

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