Over this last year, I've learned that the part I miss most is being able to share things with her. And I'm not talking about important things, but just the stupid things. Like when a celebrity dies or talking about the new King of the Hill season. I'd see something on the news or online and think "Mom'll post about this" or "Mom'll talk to me about this" and now that doesn't happen. I'm glad she's not around to see what's going on because she hated Trump (an old-school hate from the '80s and '90s) and adamantly wanted Kamala Harris to win, and I don't need her worrying about her social security check, Medicare, or her partially federally funded housing.
Anyway, be kind and tell people you love them.
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October 28, 1966 |
Someday, this won't make any sense because most stamps are just stickers now. Maybe all stamps. More than likely it's all stamps because that would be weird. "Can I get the new heart stamps? No, the ones you lick. I fucking love licking stamps."