I've had my brother Gordon on my mind the past few days. This has been reinforced by the fact that my spotify playlist keeps playing songs Gordon played into the ground. I swear at one point in my life if I head Rascal Flats' "Life is a Highway" one more time I was gonn jump out of the moving car.
Father's Day is coming up, and that is just another reminder that Dad is no longer with us. Grief is wierd, you go months without thinking of someone you lost and then you hear a song or see something that makes you think of them and that scab is ripped right off the scar. I can't get over how the pain, when remembered, is as strong as the day it happened.
Connections. And this will be vague. Why do I find myself drawn to the unobtainable? Why is something I want 3,635 km away? Logistics are being worked on, so we will see how that comes out.