Writtin for Rachael in December 2003. Before I moved on.
Memories can be great, but sometimes they are sad and bad, and sometimes...they can even be forgotten.
Remembering the times you needed someone and someone was there for you.
It was sort of twlight out, but sort of cloudy too, but sort of bright at the same time. Just off-kilter enough for this sort of thing to happen.
The very probable problem of someone you possibly know.
i wrote this for a friend his mom died mother day weekend
