I had the funniest/wierdest dream last night. I was on Bret Michael's Rock of Love and I was on of the top five girls left. (There are only five left on the show currently.) In my dream I was on a solo date with him and was making out with him and everything. I have no idea what would ever make me dream that. I wasn't watching it - I was watching Here on Earth before I fell asleep. So random. And funny....
I was driving behind a guy this morning on a Harley type motorcycle. He had one of those beanie helmets on with a backwards baseball cap under it. I don't know what it is but something about guys on Harley motorcyles, with biker jackets and boots, it just does something to me. It's funny because I've never dated a guy that fits this description before, so it's a completely out of my norm. Maybe it's in my blood. My dad would have fit that description back in the 70s. I have a picture of me & my sister sitting on my dad's lap on his motorcycle - in our living room (!)circa 1977-78. My bff calls my mom "an old school biker bitch." Which really cracks me up, looking at her now, you'd never have guessed.
I've been thinking about my brother's daughter, Neveah, a lot lately. She was still born back in January, had she went to term she'd be 5-6 months now. Really, I'd guess that I've thought about her everyday since her "birth." I don't know, but something about her just breaks my heart. I have a slightly long drive home and I think about the most saddest things during that drive. It is rare when I don't tear up on that drive. I think that I have never gotten rid of my pregnacy hormones. I know that life goes on, but I don't know how my brother and his girlfriend will ever get over losing her. I'm only her aunt and it is still hard on me. Sigh.
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I can't imagine that kind of pain. Your poor brother. It's so hard to understand why something like that can happen, especially when it happens to good people.
You know, something did come out of all of it. My family is not close - at all. And since this happened there has been somewhat of a closeness. My dad insists that you hug him when you leave him now. Before this I can remember hugging my dad twice. Once when I went to Florida for 3 weeks when I was 12 and when I moved to South Carolina when I was 25. I guess that was her "purpose" it our lives.
Then she was truly an angel. :)
I'm stopping in to send you well wishes. :)
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