8 Months so a Skydiving we will go, Ro.
Ro baby. I didn’t die today. I really thought I was going to. I woke up this morning, knowing what the day had in store. I didn’t dare tell your brothers what I had planned. Your daddy chose to ignore my danger day and left the house the way he always does; by kissing me…8 months, All good things are wild and free, anger, arizona, AZ, Baby Doll, baggie, best friends, bullshit, Cancer, Chemotherapy, childhood cancer, Childhood Disease, Eloy, Fearless, free falling, friendship, FUCK, Fuck you asshole cancer, jump of death, jump of life, little bones, Locket, Mandy, mandy bee, Neuroblastoma, Parachuting, reality, Rockstar Ronan, Ronan, skydiving, strength, tandem jumping, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, United States, ziplock bag
You belong with me
Ronan. Did you see us tonight? The 4 of us, without you? It’s hard to go to places, just the 4 of us now. I’m always looking for your big blue eyes, I’m always wishing I was scrambling to keep up with your busy little feet that never stood still. I am always expecting to…
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