tough

he was the only son to his mother. he was the only brother to his three sisters. he was an incredible uncle to six cousins. i miss him daily. march 7th my uncle ed took his first flight. it was a beautiful chilly morning, the first sunny morning in 3 days.

i miss his praise and his criticism. i miss his wise cracks. i miss his prickly kisses on my cheek because he was never clean shaven. i miss how he spoke so highly of all of us kids to his friends. i miss the "hey re" and "you know it" moments. i miss his big smile and how he hated my tennessee volunteers.

i find myself making faces - the ones that used to make him laugh while standing in my yard looking up.

"i'd like to get through a day without crying

night without asking why i cant stop thinking about you

get through a song without thinking

i'm drowning, i'm sinking

wondering how i'm ever gonna get through

but my feet just keep moving

and i know the truth is

nobody gets through life without losing"

oops

i have been posting pics to tumblr (bailey-smith.tumblr.com) on a pretty consistent basis.

anyway, i am down 8 pounds now which is great....but still have 5 to go. not as hardcore as i could be but whatever....slow go is fine.

last night i passed for a 13 year old....boy. yep fun times. waitress thought i was a young fellow anyway and my dad was just contributing to her stupidity. the only cool thing about it was that she said "so buddy, what do you play? drums? guitar? keys? what?" i will assume that it was my plaid shirt and rocker hair. then she proceeded to ask if i wanted to come play at a nursing home! oiy.