I miss the Sunday's that used to be filled with new groceries, cheap coffee, the labradors, Breakfast with The Beatles and Dad.
I wake up in silence on Sunday's and feel an instant emptiness for the life and love that used to fill those mornings. The chaos that went around them, and the comfort they offered me at the end of a week.
Today was warm for a February day. Sunshine on a Sunday is always a good day.
"I'll get by with a little help from my friends."
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