Survival of Christmas, an Anniversary, and an UnBirthday= A SPARTAN DEATH RACE
Ronan. I feel dead. For real. Like I’m living here but I’m not alive. I’m numb. Again. It must be the holidays that are right around the corner. The ones that I cannot wait to be over. But then you know what’s next….. an anniversary. Our 10 year anniversary. Impressive right? We were supposed to…34 and there’s so much more. Old man look at my life, angels, arizona, best friends, Bill Murray, Birthday, bullshit, Cancer, Chemotherapy, Childhood Disease, Christmas, Eleanor Roosevelt, friends, honesty, I must be dead., I’m a lot like you., love, Machu Picchu, Neuroblastoma, new york city, Peru, Promises I can’t break, Rawhide, Rockstar Ronan, Signed in blood, Spartan Death Race, Spicy Monkey Baby Boy, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, true love, Unbirthday, You may die
Just you and me
Ronan. Just another day without you. I wish I could tell you that I am o.k. But, I’m not. I’m just sad. I’m swimming in a sea of sadness and am barely staying afloat. This morning, I took your brothers to surf camp. I sat and watched them for the 3 hours and pushed them…& hudson, Ambien, angels, anger, anxiety, arizona, axel, AZ, BBQ, best friends, Bill Murray, broken hearts, Cancer, Childhood Disease, Conditions and Diseases, Coronado Bridge, Coronado Surf Camp, Disorders, Dolphins, dreams, Emma Stone, Energy, facebook, Family Therapy, Fore, Health, insomnia, iPad, love, maya thompson, Mental Health, Mr. Sparkly Eyes, Neuroblastoma, Ocean, Papa, Parenting, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Posttraumatic stress disorder, Psychological trauma, Ro baby, Rockstar Ronan, running, sarah matheson, sloan kettering, Starbucks, Surfing, tears, the ocean, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, therapy, Thought, twins, Twitter, United States, Zolpidem, Zombieland
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Ronan. Sunday has always been my least favorite day. Sundays to me are depressing, sad, and I’ve never liked them. Why should today be any different? Let’s start with the fact that I didn’t fall asleep until 6:30 a.m. I had an awful night last night of worrying about you, about life, and I couldn’t…Ambien, angels, anger, arizona, AZ, best friends, Bill Murray, Bloody Sunday, blue eyed boy, Brass in Pocket, Breaking the rules, bullshit, Cancer, childhood cancer, Childhood Disease, Coma induced sleep, Coronado, Coronado California, Demons, dreams, Family, Flip Flops, honesty, Laguna, Liam, life, little seal, Lost in Translation, maya thompson, Mr. Sparkly Eyes, Neuroblastoma, Phoenix, pool party, Quinn, Rockstar Ronan, Scarlett Johansson, Scars, souls, Star Wars, stubborness, Sunday, Surfing, swimming, tears, The Coronado Shores, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, twins, woody thompson
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