I feel like I write about him a ton. But I write about what I love. And I love him. Yvonne has been gone since Wednesday, which means I've had the selfish pleasure of having Eric all to myself. It's been so hard as some days he thinks that Yvonne left him and doesn't love him. Or when he talks about how frustrated he is that he can't remember important things, or when he asks me why I spend so much time with an old man like himself. The truth of the matter? Love. My years growing up were hard. Not incredibly hard, or harder than others, but they were difficult for me, socially, emotionally, and physically. Every day growing up when I asked Eric how he was he would say, "I'm gunna make it" (still to this day this is his response) I remember many days going to their house for my speech lesson, at 3:30, and staying till 6 or 7 at night. I remember the countless stories, the years of wisdom, love, and endless support. How could I not pay t...
The tales of a girl who sees the world from a different view than most....