Sorry I’m writing so late, had a bit of a busy day. Had to get a hair cut and go shopping so I can look somewhat presentable when we finally have the funeral.
Not a lot to talk about today, but I was wondering, do you still remember that song you used to sing to me? I tried looking it up, but you really must have written it yourself. Not that that surprises me, you were a song writer after all.
Pretty little lion, lying in the grass
Pretty little lion, moving on so fast
Pretty little lion, fiersome as can be
Pretty little lion won’t catch me
I don’t know where, but it came out of nowhere and has been stuck in my head for a few days now. So, thanks for that!
Hope all is well, still having a hard time getting over you being gone, but…I almost think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I’ll talk to you again tomorrow.