Walking down this boulevard of emptiness. Lights go out and I fall. I should give it all up. But I keep coming back for more. Even if it kills me. Cause you make me feel things. Even if it kills me. Even if it kills me. Keep ya on the outside. And they locked the door. Even if it kills me.

Saturday, June 1, 2013. My Mother Lillian Mae Rolo Sinor. My Mother was named Lillian Mae Rolo Sinor. Her family called her Lilly but for some reason my Dad always called her Sally. She would tell me how to fix it. I remember when we lived in Detroit when she went shopping or anywhere out of the house she always wore a hat. Women did in the thirties and forties. My Mother was a very Independent thinking woman.

The Continuing Adventures of John and Holly. Saturday, January 1, 2011. , 5 grams more than Joelle.

Thursday, May 14, 2015. One of the few celebrations we had for her birthday. Tuesday, May 5, 2015. It will take a while to get used to the lack of these noises. This is the new usual, it seems. It all seems like a dream.

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