july stupid 23rd

Last night my sister and I sat with our kids at a couple of tables right next to a decidedly creepy belly dancing street performer, and we talked about that day...those days. She and I had been home with dad when it all went to shit. If only our presence could have somehow saved the day. We're day-savers, we Coreys! Not this time, though. Two years fly by, and I want to catch them and squeeze out more time. We didn't get enough time! I really miss my dad.