It’s been two weeks since we said goodbye to one of the most amazing people I ever had the pleasure of knowing. My BF’s little brother Zach passed away in the early hours of September 2nd from injuries received from being hit by a car on August 28. He was the most talented kid, always busy making or learning something and celebrating life as much as possible. The world is definitely a smaller place without him but our lives are so much bigger for having known him.
I’ve been in Vermont and then in Jacksonville for my mom’s birthday the past two weeks so if you haven’t seen me around that much that is why. My queue was/is on and now that I’m back I’ll be back to meming/etc but I am going to try to limit my time on here and live life more.
It’s fucking short and there is too much to do.
wrap their babies in the American flag,
feed them mashed hotdogs and apple pie,
name them Bill and Daisy,
buy them blonde dolls that blink blue
eyes or a football and tiny cleats
before the baby can even walk,
speak to them in thick English,
hallo, babee, hallo,
whisper in Spanish or Polish
when the babies sleep, whisper
in a dark parent bed, that dark
parent fear, “Will they like
our boy, our girl, our fine American
boy, our fine American girl?”
— Pat Mora