Grief Driving ( written August 2020)
Dad,
Do you remember the summer mornings when you’d drive us to Munising for our days with Mom? Or when we’d leave the house early to go fishing? The hot afternoons, coming home from one of the little league baseball games or fishing trips?
Windows down, music up, and singing along to Nickleback, Shinedown, Creed, and the others.
There are days now, when my chest gets tight, my eyes burn, and breathing becomes a chore. These are days I miss you, I hurt for you, or I long for a better understanding of this joke we are calling the world these days. What a shit show.
Seriously, it’s a literal garbage fire. The whole thing. You’d probably have something to say about these idiots parading around yelling ‘White power’… like they lost it at any point. Fucking morons.
They’re killing people in the streets, kidnapping people, and doing some shit that’ll never get forgiven. Some of it is really heartbreaking.
In these moments… the only thing that makes up for not being able to call you… that makes breathing a little easier. That helps the tears come without the shaking…
Is driving. Windows down, music, up, and singing like I used to, loud enough to annoy my brother. 🙂
I made a great playlist just for these moments. Nick goes with me sometimes, he sings along too…
Thought you should know, you may not have raised me all the time, but I picked up some good habits from you after all.
Fuck.
Love ya,
Cassie
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