I am in Manhattan, the city where the Godfather series took place. I really hate the Godfather. January 3rd, 4th and 5th, 2008 I spent all day in bed with Dave, not wanting to eat or drink, or talk, or live, so we watched the Godfather series. Now I associate the series with Evan’s death….
Tonight after 3/4 of a too expensive bottle of wine at an even more expensive French restaurant in Manhattan, on the cab home I saw a Godfather add, I bawled the rest of the cab home.
I hate today for so many reasons-What should have been Evan’s birthday, is now the worst day of the year. I used to love Christmas. I used to love it so much, all the holly jolly love and other Christmas bullshit.
The hotel room smells of Roses from the Rose scented candle I bought today to burn in his memory, Roses for love and for the roses we burried him with.