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.
Fish Eye Farm 