Oh, my talking bird/Though you know so few words/They're on infinite repeat/Like your brain can't keep up with your beak.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Spring Is Coming, And We Will Be Alright
Yasman's funeral is tomorrow. I had a good, long cry today, so hopefully I won't break down during the ceremony, but I'm not making myself any promises.
These are the tests that we have to endure in life, and because of them we will be stronger.
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