Unwrapping those last sausages I opened at home, I am reminded of all my/our good fortune, at just being alive, and remind myself I should always have gratitude, and humility. In appreciation of all my lost ones, my brother and sister, and the friends I've lost. How grateful they would be to have just one more bite, of just one sausage sandwich, maybe with brown sauce, or red if you prefer, possibly a touch of Mustard, whatever condiments they’d prefer. How much would they love that?
As long as you can still smell the onions, you know you're awake. Oh god, how death has a way of making us look at our little lives. Can get anyone down, I sometimes end up sitting at home in an old bottle green sweatshirt tucked inside black tracksuit pants with a belly too big for both sticking out. Why that bottle green sweatshirt? It's so unflattering. Maybe that’s it - got to re-evaluate the value and the cost of those sausage sandwiches , , ,
by A.K. McAllister. akamaka.co
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