I wonder what it's like,
To try and put off death…and to fight, for that one last moment
With someone you love,
Only to have them insisting that they never want to see you again,
So you have to spend those moments with strangers,
And the one you were wanting…
Well, they only come when you're already gone.
Huang says there's a story about this sort of thing,
A woman who told stories, to keep from being executed in the morning.
And it fits here, because, that's what Tierney did, but…
Some secrets were made to be kept forever.
His daughter knows, though, and
I don't know if she still holds a grudge,
But if she does…maybe she should let it go.
Holding stuff like that inside…
It never really did anyone any good.
I'd know.
I've done it before, and it's led to a lot more than I care to think about.
Actually, I should care.
But idiot me doesn't want to,
And so I don't.
Probably should.
All this case has really done is make me wonder
If I'm going to end up the same way with my kids,
With them not coming around,
Just because they think I'm an idiot and they don't want to.
And sure they think I'm an idiot,
But that's just because they're at that age.
Or so I'd like to think.
Don't really know.
Saw them at the twins' confirmation, but
We didn't really get to talk.
I think Kathleen's mad at me again, even if Maureen's not.
And the twins aren't, either….
…Think I'll call them later.