My Brain is Full

My eyes opened to many thoughts. Pictures in my brain, with story lines. Family characters playing out their roles. Even the dead ones.

My granddaughter’s not talking to me – – someone told her she is owed thousands of dollars – my sister staring at me on the big screen – knowing that there is no love – a line on my Facebook account telling me I don’t know Christ – a boating accident – beer – drinks – screaming-

She’s dead – but she lives on.