12 November 2014 at 5:49 pm
#26719
JohnNobody
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Took yellow roses to my mums grave. The sun was out but it was cold. My father cried in private. We stood at a distance. He always crys at his wife’s grave. Our mum. They were together over 50 years. We walked away. Took my dad for a drink. It felt good. I remembered I have not gambled today. And won’t even though I could. That also feels so good.