Memories

Jazz music often makes me think of my father and how much i would like to share with him. Funny how tears can flow just sitting typing my thoughts about Keith. It's been such a long time since he has passed ad so much has gone by and changed in this world. I wish i had 55 year old Keith with me now and we talk about what is happening in this world. We could talk about loved ones. I want to talk about selling the house and moving. I miss Hawaii, but what is it I miss? The romance, the memories of growing up in Paradise? Oh well these things have to be sorted out in my head because all you have is what you have. Stay in the moment. Keep moving on. Make new memories.

This was just a exercise in trying some kind of Stream of Consciousness writing.