Gospel 335 ~Braxton’s Behind The Times~

Can’t say I saw this today, but yep, I’m time traveling. Why can’t I do that in a new job or arguing with a real person? If I did have a time machine, I’d go back to B III. The time I spend on him now, amongst other things. Braxton’s Behind The Times

Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Gospel 335 ~Braxton’s Behind The Times~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I can hope it’s because of some quote or some romantic gesture, fit for movies.

“Love can’t tell time,” from Our Family Wedding (2010), is one that gets to me. It’s something you have over B. Do I mean that as a compliment? I don’t want to insult you. At the end of the day, it is only a fact. Our Anniversary, birthday, there are others. Depressingly enough, the only days I’m absolutely sure of when it comes to B III are those behind his death. Braxton has been gone now for 121 days. I noticed something was wrong on Wednesday, January 27, 2021. Braxton died on a Sunday afternoon, 31st, death day. His birthday is up for contention. The night I left him with my Olds. The day that he and I were reunited and got our own home.

Home, is that what this place is? It’s where the heart is, and mine is still in pieces. Is it taking me longer than you would like to put it back together? No, because if I ever thought you were one of those people (it’s just a dog). We wouldn’t be here, You and Me. Of course, we have children, we know people, you might even call them friends. Wouldn’t I… a good question, for another time. That’s what we’re talking about right now, time. I would tell B III once I made it. Once there was more than the Day Job, “Stuff and Thangs.” I promised him that I would have all the time in the world for him, and now? “B III medicine.”

Every morning, there’s another treat, I refill his water, I shake the medicine bottles. In the evening again, more water, more meds, move his things. Do you think those few minutes are what it would take to heal? I built this life and won’t honor the family I’ll always love. Just You and Me, that’s what you miss? More than four months of mourning, of wanting to be a monk. The moaning and wailing, gnashing of teeth. Not doing the things that might get us into Hell because I’m already there. Again that’s not very complimentary, and no offense. “Fights will go on as long as they have to,” but are we fighting? Braxton wouldn’t like that, but so much love… Braxton’s Behind The Times

121 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,

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