Gone But Never Forgotten

 

Watching others talk is a skill that is difficult to master. Discipline and order is required, along with immense self-control. People are too wrathful lately. They lunge for violence and retribution too easily. 

Just watch traffic in Calgary - people cut you off all the time for no reason. It’s 2023, and I can’t believe 2019 is so far away now. I think back and wonder why? She is long gone now, Theresa, but never forgotten. God, no.

One of my most favourite memories is Theresa telling some punk who asked her for a spare cigarette. She said “Sorry, no - I don’t carry spares” and walks away. I laughed at that one.

Her giggle was contagious. Life is far too short. I need to focus on the present day, as always - be a nicer man, more caring and considerate. Nobody cares anymore. It’s about transactional relationships: What can I get out of her that I need? Ugh. Depressing.

In 2003, when I got fired from that shit job at MBS, I cried to Theresa, and she pulled me close tight and said “Chris, don’t worry, I got you”

Oh boy, I would crawl on glass for miles to hear someone say that.

For miles.

Chris