Memories Of Her, chapter 2
The next morning I awoke with a splitting headache and to the smell of bacon, I knew Mike was downstairs in the kitchen making me and my boys some breakfast. My kids would probably starve to death if Mike hadn't been coming over to make us meals. After about fifteen more minutes of just lying on the bed I forced myself to sit up, I rubbed my eyes and let them wander around the cold room. I saw tons of pictures of Adie, the walls, dresser tops, and selves were covered with pictures of her along with odds and ends of hers. My heart sank when I looked at her face, the face I would never kiss or see in person again. I sighed and got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
By the time I got downstairs to the kitchen the boys were finishing up their breakfast and Mike was fixing a plate for me. He knew I wouldn't eat if he didn't do this, I always told him I wasn't hungry, but now I really had no choice. I sat next to Jakob at the kitchen table and looked down at the plate of bacon, eggs, and two pancakes with syrup. I had to admit it looked good, Mike always could cook, but I missed Adie's cooking. I faked a smile in Mike's direction.
"Thanks," I said to him as I lifted my fork with a shaking hand. Damn the shaking, I'm always shaking these days, like I'm nervous or I'm getting old. I hesitated before digging my fork into the food, I wasn't hungry, I delayed consuming the meal by looking to my two young sons. They just stared back.
"Morning boys," I said to them finally. They didn't say a word but turned back to their empty plates and tried to act as if they weren't uncomfortable. They didn't talk too much anymore, they simply just stared blank faced, no emotion. It was as if their souls died with their mother but somehow their bodies remained to wander the earth. They reminded me of myself. I hated that, I didn't want them to be like me, sad, angry, depressed, hateful, and lonely.
The boys left minutes later, they went outside to walk to school. I told them they didn't have to go, but they insisted. I guess it got their minds off things for a while, lucky them. All I had to keep my mind off things was alcohol, but I couldn't become a drunk, I had to take care of the boys. Mike left not too long after they did, but long enough to make sure I ate all that was on my plate, he had to go to his café and fill in for a couple of hours. I wandered up to the second floor and down the hall to the bathroom and undressed myself, I turned the shower handle on and waited for the water to get hot, I stepped into the steamy, hot shower and just let the water pound against my back. I ran my hands through my wet, jet black hair and sighed.
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It was a hot summer day in the city of Minneapolis, Minnesota. Me and Adrienne were walking down the sidewalk hand in hand talking about anything and everything. It had been almost a year since the last time I saw her and she still was beautiful, if not more beautiful. I loved coming to Minneapolis, her home town, because I got to see her. We had been dating for about a year since last time was the first time I had ever met her, most of our relationship was established over the phone because I was constantly on tour with Mike and John.
Adrienne was a couple years older than me, about two and a half years older, she was 20 at the time. She was gorgeous, sweet, had an amazing personality, and was just fun to hang out with. She had long, straightened dark hair and pretty brown eyes. I loved her more than anything, but she was always on and off with some other guy and they were pretty serious. I didn't want to get in the middle of anything.
After our show that night, which was one of our best shows ever, I couldn't help but express my feelings towards her. When we were alone behind the bookmobile, "tour bus," we started off talking about the show and ended up kissing. It was the first kiss we had ever shared and it was like no other kiss I had ever experienced. Later that night when Mike, John and I were back on the road, while they were sleeping I was busy writing a song. It was about Adrienne and it was called 2,000 Light Years Away.
By the time I got downstairs to the kitchen the boys were finishing up their breakfast and Mike was fixing a plate for me. He knew I wouldn't eat if he didn't do this, I always told him I wasn't hungry, but now I really had no choice. I sat next to Jakob at the kitchen table and looked down at the plate of bacon, eggs, and two pancakes with syrup. I had to admit it looked good, Mike always could cook, but I missed Adie's cooking. I faked a smile in Mike's direction.
"Thanks," I said to him as I lifted my fork with a shaking hand. Damn the shaking, I'm always shaking these days, like I'm nervous or I'm getting old. I hesitated before digging my fork into the food, I wasn't hungry, I delayed consuming the meal by looking to my two young sons. They just stared back.
"Morning boys," I said to them finally. They didn't say a word but turned back to their empty plates and tried to act as if they weren't uncomfortable. They didn't talk too much anymore, they simply just stared blank faced, no emotion. It was as if their souls died with their mother but somehow their bodies remained to wander the earth. They reminded me of myself. I hated that, I didn't want them to be like me, sad, angry, depressed, hateful, and lonely.
The boys left minutes later, they went outside to walk to school. I told them they didn't have to go, but they insisted. I guess it got their minds off things for a while, lucky them. All I had to keep my mind off things was alcohol, but I couldn't become a drunk, I had to take care of the boys. Mike left not too long after they did, but long enough to make sure I ate all that was on my plate, he had to go to his café and fill in for a couple of hours. I wandered up to the second floor and down the hall to the bathroom and undressed myself, I turned the shower handle on and waited for the water to get hot, I stepped into the steamy, hot shower and just let the water pound against my back. I ran my hands through my wet, jet black hair and sighed.
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It was a hot summer day in the city of Minneapolis, Minnesota. Me and Adrienne were walking down the sidewalk hand in hand talking about anything and everything. It had been almost a year since the last time I saw her and she still was beautiful, if not more beautiful. I loved coming to Minneapolis, her home town, because I got to see her. We had been dating for about a year since last time was the first time I had ever met her, most of our relationship was established over the phone because I was constantly on tour with Mike and John.
Adrienne was a couple years older than me, about two and a half years older, she was 20 at the time. She was gorgeous, sweet, had an amazing personality, and was just fun to hang out with. She had long, straightened dark hair and pretty brown eyes. I loved her more than anything, but she was always on and off with some other guy and they were pretty serious. I didn't want to get in the middle of anything.
After our show that night, which was one of our best shows ever, I couldn't help but express my feelings towards her. When we were alone behind the bookmobile, "tour bus," we started off talking about the show and ended up kissing. It was the first kiss we had ever shared and it was like no other kiss I had ever experienced. Later that night when Mike, John and I were back on the road, while they were sleeping I was busy writing a song. It was about Adrienne and it was called 2,000 Light Years Away.
