I hate all three. Here’s what I know about life : It will break you way before you’re ready. Most of the time you never see it coming. The difference on the rare occasions that you do see it coming? Nothing. It hurts. All of it. I’d rather park a mile out of my way than parallel park under pressure. I am terrified to fly. The comfortable familiarity of saying goodbye to people I love, is an uncomfortable amount. But! Parallel parking gets me closer to where I need to go, and flying gets me there faster. So I do them. I do things under pressure now and I do…

Is hard. Even when you expect it, it’s hard. This planet just keeps getting emptier for me. This next chapter is gonna fucking sting. I love you forever mama. Hug Justin and Wendy up there for me, would ya? Until Next Time, ~A Ps. Don’t forget you promised me butterflies 💜🤟🏻🦋🦋🦋 08/15/1953- 09/02/2023