Found out last week that the man that killed Mary got a ticket for having an open container while he was driving his car. Had a beer stuffed between his car seats - over half gone. This happened on April 1st. One year and one day after he ruined our lives. He was driving on the same road around 9om at night. Didn't hit .08 on the breathalyzer but was on his way. Now he only has to pay his ticket and he'll be on his way again. Justice is a fickle state.
I live in the past, exist in the now, and am terrified of the future. Sometimes it's just not worth getting out of bed. Even when I try to do something constructive or fun the enthusiasm just isn't there. The world is just blah and sad.
Kerry's birthday is Thursday and I'm having a party for him on Saturday. He'll be 60. Mary lives birthday parties. If I bring Mary's picture wonder if anyone will feel uncomfortable. But do I care?
Tony is here. He's been here for a week and is leaving Sunday to start his trip to Alaska. It has been good having him around. But when we look at each other, sadness rains down. Life sucks.