If you went to Port Dover, Ontario today, you’d be able to see tonnes of bikers and their big bikes. If you’re lucky, you might even be able to see some naked biker chicks, but the first and only time I went to the Port Dover’s Friday the 13th thingy, I didn’t see any naked biker chicks. Only some really drunk ones.
Anyway, Troy had to go to Kentucky two days ago for work. He was only away for one night, but by gosh, I missed him so much! Maybe it was because the trip was on a very short notice, my brain just wasn’t prepared for not having him around. But he was back last night, just after midnight, on a Friday the 13th, and as he walked in, I couldn’t stop grinning like a fool. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.
Oh, there’s a weird story about the night when Troy was away. I smelled my mum in the apartment. She might have died for four years but I could and would never forget her smell; the smell that gave me comfort for many years. Did I freak out? Not at all! I just looked around and smile. If it was really my mum checking me out, I’d consider it a good thing. She’d probably hate to see how messy this apartment is (she was a neat freak), but at least she’d be able to see that I’m happy and loved. All she’d ever wanted was for me to be happy. The night before that night, I had a dream about her. We were travelling together and we were just heading up to Paris, France when I woke up.
July has always been the hardest month of the year for me ever since my mum died. You see, every month my brain would recall all the memories of the most distinctive events from that month in my life. Like in May, I’d be all excited about our wedding anniversary and would relive every wedding-related thing we did that month in 2005. July just happens to be the month leading to my mum’s death. Not a happy month at all, but I’ve been keeping my mind busy on other things. I haven’t cried at all.
At least there is one good thing I’d be able to recall in the July of the coming years: my very first art show! It’s nothing major since I only have two pictures in it and it’s all for charity but I’m excited about it nonetheless. The photography goal I set for myself this year was to participate in at least one show. I’ve scored my goal. Next year’s goal would be a solo show. Can’t see it happening right now, but next year, you’ll never know!
Hiya!
I’ve been a long time reader but rarely have the nerve to leave a comment. I was just wondering if you were going to do the Blogathon this year.
And no, I’m not here to beg for a sponsorship. 🙂
if I may ask, how long have you been able to smell dead people? I find this to be a disturbing ability and do not envy you in the least.
Heh. That was the only time I ever smelt my mum ever since she passed away and I’ve never smelt any other deceased friends/relatives. Not that I know of anyway. I wouldn’t recognise their smells if I did so who knows.