boy, am I awake
May. 9th, 2002 04:54 amI wish I could get my father to talk more about my mother. I know he never really got over her. Steve looks like her. Neither of us have her open smile. My life would be so different if she were still alive. I have no idea if it would be worse or better. For Steve, either. Sometimes, I really wish there was a way to know. But maybe it's better not to. She loved us, though. That has to count for something.