Yeah. It’s all good. Thank you.
I known how it feels to be sorry. I look at people, women for an example who I may have hurt and you feel it yourself. It hits you and you have a different perspective on it. You wouldn’t do it the same, you regret it, and you look at the who you hurt and they are moved on twice the length of time, they know their life now better than what it was in your time, they wouldn’t change it for the world, you wouldn’t expect it to either. S*** needs to roll as it goes. Jesus.
But yeah. Something that was special for me but maybe I am just stupid thinking I’m too important?
I looked up some childhood friends the other day. Not stalking, I don’t do that very often. I usually don’t get anything anyway. Maybe a picture of the brother, the big gallute, his smiling face grey hair with age. Good to see him. He looks happy. Always was a good natured dude. I do t know his sisters name. I get a bit of her mom complaining and causing trouble somewhere, a noise complaint, parking. I chuckle a bit no bad codes for me, these are some me of the first people, I am aware of meeting, getting to know, besides family.
So I looked them up, and low and behold, dad passed away a few month ago. Which really did hit me hard. I chuckled at first that he was in the paper, but immediately sank when I realized it was an obituary. So, I couldn’t help but write something. Which was basically Hello, not sure what made me look you up but was saddened to see the first hit. Condolences, all of them by name, family a light chuckled at his picture, he was a funny guy. Just to let them know I care. I like to think they care.
