EVEN SKINNY PEOPLE CAN SMELL BAD AFTER THEY FART! (CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, THEY ARE NOT IMMUNE)

AFTER ATTEMPTING TO CROTCHET A BRACELET, I REALIZE I HAVE A FAT WRIST...

I DISCOVERED THIS KICK-ASS ANIME CALLED ICHIGO MASHIMARO...IT BASICALLY MAKES FUN OF LIFE.

/end ALL caps\

That is all....

Love,
Apryl

Not totally complete....

BUT I DID GO PAST THE WORD COUNT!!! 



I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE 25TH!!!

I'm nearing the end of the book and it ends on Chapter 14. Decent size for a first book, I'd say! 

I see a lot of editing in my near future...

54,427 words so far  

I opened up a business for one-of-a-kind jewelry. In other words, you pick the size of the necklace, bracelet, watch, and I will build it! It's fun and I like to make people smile from my work.

Bad news:

Our car broke down on the most busiest street in Great Falls (yes, John, we have them!) and I thought we were seriously going to die! 

Luckily, a shop was open and told us that our transmission blew...how is that lucky, you ask? 

AN EXCUSE TO BUY A NEW CAR BITCHES!! 

 

That said, this week's topic is: Saying Goodbye.


Vincent

I held his body in my arms, I felt weak. I was shocked that he still felt warm. I looked into his beautiful blues eyes that were now lifeless. They had always reminded me of our Montana sky. 

 I watched the Doctor close them and felt a tinge of anger that I could no longer see his beautiful blue eyes. His skin was still the same: snow white and soft to the touch. Even though they had him wrapped up in a medical blanket, I was in such shock that I thought I had rocked him to sleep. I sang to him and hummed him his favorite melody. 

During my madness, I thought that he was truly asleep. My denial lasted for weeks after his death.

I remember the man coming from the morgue to give his condolences to my family. I felt fear when I looked at the man in his commercial black suite. I didn't want him to have my baby, my Vincent. Vincent grew heavier with each passing minute and I realized that he really was gone. I passed him to my husband who only cried in anguish. 

He then let my grandfather hold our son. It was the first time in my life that I had seen my grandfather cry.

I was too stunned to console him.

This had to be a dream. we had fought so long and hard.

I kept trying to wake up, remembering my past nightmares as a new mother. This felt too real to be a dream, but I kept doubting the reality in front of me.

This was a dream, right? 

My legs began to shake and I no longer heard my family around me- or the consoling Doctor's reminding me to move so that I didn't faint.

He was gone and so were our eight months of happiness. 

My son did not pass away in my arms...I had been too late to say Goodbye.

I had just gotten to the heart clinic when me and my husband were informed of his passing. I remember my husband screaming and me going into severe shock. They wanted me to see him one last time...but that image will never be the last. I still have eight happy months in my memory.

My husband was the one who carried his frail body out to the ambulance.

I remember sitting with the Doctor- the man had worked on his weak heart for the past eight months.

He held my hand and whispered comforting words. I only had strength to stare in perpetual shock.

I remember going home to an empty apartment, no longer comforted by his laughter or seing him play on his favorite swing.

The apartment was like purgatory and I was awaiting my finale sentence.

This goodbye was too much to bear. I could no longer cry, but instead I felt a constant sickness.

Months passed and we slowly healed. We decided to not have any more children: he was our first baby and precious son.

As a mother, I know that when I look at his smiling face and hold his first outfit from the hospital, that he will never really be "gone" from us.

He will still be in our hearts and in our home. His battle with heart problems had been long and tiring, but his life had brought happiness. His memory will always bring a smile onto our face and a feeling of warmth in our hearts.


My son, this is my time to say Goodbye, but I was the luckiest mother to of had you. A mother's love is never completely gone.

Love always and forever,
Mom