Staying busy is highly overrated. I thought that would be the ticket. The magic bullet. The way to forget. The way to move on.

I was wrong.

It doesn't work. At all.

Reminders everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE. Summer. Songs on the radio. Dark gray Dodge parked in my driveway. That was a slap in my face. 3:00. Sonic. Tulsa. Muskogee. The fairgrounds. The race track. Every restaurant. The highway. Sports on t.v. You name it. It triggers a memory.

Why is this NOT getting any easier? I try to forget. I try to be happy. I try to stay busy. I pray. I read. I travel. I walk. I exercise. I garden. I play. I write. I clean. I drive. I talk. I sleep.

I cry.