JESSIE'S VEGAS

Dear Daddy, Not the REAL First Creek I keep forgetting what day it is. Is it Saturday? My default day is always Saturday so it must be my favorite day of the week. Growing up, cartoon shows were only on Saturday morning. I remember going over to grandma Goodwin's and watching cartoons while she made us waffles. I do not think I have had crisper, tastier waffles since. Saturdays meant a day off from school, a day full of play and exploring. Yes, Saturday is still my favorite day. I have lost track of time this week because our world was disrupted with the news of Dave's brothers death. Time stands still during things like this as memories or grief push in and insist they have their say.  Scott was a kind soul who loved his children fiercely.  After he lost his daughter,Zoe, I do not know if he ever truly recovered. He seemed more at peace the last couple of years and I think it is because he found the joy and exuberance of the  sky. The feeling of lightness, fresh air and ...

I try them on one at a time... A thought ,no...surely a phrase to make  things aright. But words are glass shards broken in the asphalt of my mind Thoughts, are empty hours lost in the night Grief is so heavy! An unwanted blanket. Covers of confusion and sadness. A query against the gift of sight Can something exist no longer seen? If matter is not destroyed then maybe, maybe that soul  just might Go on from this world full of sorrow and pain. search, find its body and   reunite. Nicole Budge