Still Getting Burned
I don't know why I believe that my Italian-American skin can't get sunburned - twenty beers following a few bloody mary's made me brave. Today I'm like the tinman before they hit him with the oil can.
Spent the day at Epcot yesterday and actually felt a miracle. I had been on the beach with my sister, Carrie, the day before.
Yesterday, walking into Epcot with Kathy and the boys, I stopped at the wall of dedication - which is about six miles long. Sam was standing with me - I turned to him and said - "What's this all about?"
I walked to the first tiny plaque - I'll put the photo up later - that said:
"To Jeff. I Miss You. We all love you. Love Carrie."
Coincidences? There were easily ten thousand dedications on that wall - and I honestly only looked at one.
Feeling burned, but rising......
Spent the day at Epcot yesterday and actually felt a miracle. I had been on the beach with my sister, Carrie, the day before.
Yesterday, walking into Epcot with Kathy and the boys, I stopped at the wall of dedication - which is about six miles long. Sam was standing with me - I turned to him and said - "What's this all about?"
I walked to the first tiny plaque - I'll put the photo up later - that said:
"To Jeff. I Miss You. We all love you. Love Carrie."
Coincidences? There were easily ten thousand dedications on that wall - and I honestly only looked at one.
Feeling burned, but rising......
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Can't believe we figured out the meaning of life on that beach, but the over-abundant Bloody Mary's made us forget it all. Eh, maybe next time?
That dedication: I think it everyday.