These two people are most responsible for my life-long love of music. And now one of them is gone.
I am so sad.
For years I've been wanting to write them a letter thanking them for believing in me and for having such a positive affect on my life. I talked myself out of it because I thought they would think it was creepy. Now I regret never thanking her.
I feel like a piece of my foundation has cracked. I spent more time with Mrs. Miotke than I spent with my mother. I missed her funeral.
September is now officially my least favorite month. It is the reminder that the cold is coming. Warmth and comfort are leaving.