I forgot about John or did I want to forget.

He came up in therapy on Friday.

He was a shinning star in our family. I adored him. All of us did. I wanted him to be my father. I guess the funeral made that impossible.

He put one bullet right though his temple...kaboom... He was serious.

He was fabulous and broke. Is money really that important?

I don't know if it was money or some thing else...I'll never know.

I hate therapy, it brings up every thing I want to erase.

Where is my pink eraser when I need it?