I broke down
Some days that happens
But today…this day…
August 31st is always the day.
We spent the morning at the beach.
It was surprisingly overcast, but warm.
My brain wanted it to be cool.
We stopped for lunch on the way home.
We ate too much.
And then we started home.
The warning light came on the dashboard.
The tire PSI was exceptionally low.
I have a portable pump so we didn’t have to find a gas station, but my anger rose.
I was short tempered with your dad.
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We got home.
I went to the tire shop, but they were slammed.
I’ll go back tomorrow.
Maybe it can be repaired.
If not I’ll get a new tire.
First world problems.
We un-RSVP’d to BBQ invitations.
I canceled lunch plans for tomorrow.
And then I cried.
I miss you.
I miss you every damn day.
But today, I ache for you.
Fourteen years.
