What do they mean?For some unknown reason (and I try not to think to much about it) December 13th pops up in my life a few times.
1987 / My Grandfather passed away
2004 / My first grandson was born
2005 / My father passed away
All of them have memories, they bring back memories of good times, bad times, times I wish I could erase from my memories, times I never want to let go of and things I learned.
Last night was Aidan's (aka Indiana Jones) birthday party and once again all the sad that happened on the 13th went out the window -
How cool would it be to go back to enjoying simple things, looking forward to opening presents, not being judged or judging others, a bag that holds your prized possessions (gun, whip, diary), blowing out candles wishing that sonic hedgehog would appear at your party, with the worst part of your life being told you need to take a bite of this or it's time to pack up your presents and go home?
I think I need to find my Lego Harley and learn to play again..............
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