Tomorrow will be two weeks since Jo Jo was buried. I have chosen not to write or really play much here. I miss her.  I can not just pick up the phone anymore and hear her voice. I am afraid to call her cell phone because I don't want to know if her parents have turned off the service.

I drive by the flea market she owned but have not brought myself to stop--yet. It is like she is moving away from me like an image in the rearview mirror.