Hmmm...my last journal entry didn't post. S'Ok though, I didn't have much to say...

Friday would have been Sam's 27th birthday. I went to the cemetery and brought him beautiful bright orange gerber daisies and I sprinkled rose petals on his grave. Never thought I'd have to do that sort of thing for him on his birthday, at least not for a few decades, anyway. I ran into Frank that day as well. We stopped at the bar and toasted Sam with shots of Jagermeister. I went home and drank two bottles of wine. Didn't make me feel better...didn't make me feel at all...I start to scare myself when I think that maybe what he did makes sense. 12-gauge, anyone?

*sigh*