It just feels lonely here now…  

I know I don’t come here that much, and lately I haven’t been able to type with a broken shoulder, hand and shattered fingers (along with the nose and a forehead fracture), but I came back here to try and do some writing, which is why I was here in the first place so many years ago.  I know people have moved on to other place and spaces, but one of my favorite people on Xanga, and on this Earth is gone… forever.

I sent her postcards from Taiwan when I first moved here, we used to joke about me coming there for a ‘real’ American Thanksgiving dinner, she understood Dylan and let the music take her everywhere, and she always… ALWAYS told me to keep my hair long and strong.  I think it was her love of life, her love of music, her love of her family and her love for everyone and everything around her (right down to her BooBoo Kitty) that made me love her back.

I wonder what song was the last one she heard… or let me rephrase that.  I wonder what song was the last song to touch the soul of MommaRose and make her dance one last breath.