You and Ben. Ben and You.
Ronan. I have had so much go on the past couple of days but all I can think about is Ben died today. Those are the words that jolted me out of my Ambien induced coma last night at 12:11 a.m. I was asleep, in Quinn’s bed and you know once I take my Ambien,…Ambien, angels, AZ, Ben, Ben with the Bald Head, best friends, Cancer, Cancer is an Asshole, Chemotherapy, childhood cancer, Conditions and Diseases, faith, Family, friendship, FUCK, Hallelujah, happiness, honesty, I’m so sorry, Lovie, maya thompson, Neuroblastoma, new york city, potato latkes, Quinn, Ronan, strength, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, woody thompson, World War II, Zolpidem
Did I die? Nope, it was just the flu.
Ro baby. It was bound to happen sooner or later. The way I run myself ragged, I’m surprised it took this long. It started Wednesday night. I was getting ready for our little board meeting and I should have suspected something….. but I just chopped it up to being tired. I went to our meeting,…anger, arizona, AZ, Bald Head, basketball, best friends, bullshit, Cancer, Chemotherapy, childhood cancer, Childhood Disease, Conditions and Diseases, doctors, dreams, faith, Family, Flu, friends, FUCK, Gatorade, Grief, I love you to the moon and back, Inferno Fuckwad Bob, Lovie, maya thompson, Mr. Sparkly Eyes, Neuroblastoma, phoenix children’s hospital, raw, reality, Ronan, sloan kettering, Starbucks, tears, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, the village, true love, Urn, Zolpidem
A Birthday, Smiles, and Sparkles
Ronan. I smiled today. A couple of things made me smile and it felt o.k. I started this morning by running with Samya. I’m having a hard time, finding my love for this running thing again. I am still trying to get over that mental block that I seem to be having. I asked Samya…AZ, best friends, Camelback Mountain, Conditions and Diseases, Dr. Rachel, Fernanda, Happy Birthday, It’s not a kissing day!, love, Lovie, maya thompson, Neuroblastoma, Not spicy monkey boy, P.F. Changs Rock and Roll Marathon, Phoenix, running, San Diego, soul mates, Taylor’s Cafe, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, true love
No sugar coating necessary
Ro baby. Today has been a very long day, with no end in sight. Here it is, 1 a.m. and I’ve almost been awake for a full 24 hours. I don’t really know what is going on, but this week has been really, really, hard. I do know what is going on…. you are not…angels, anger, arizona, AZ, best friends, bullshit, Concerts, Dr. Joanne Cacciatore, football, foster the people, Fuck God, God is an asshole, hell, Inferno Fuckwad Bob, Inferno Hiking, Lovie, Mama Maya, Master Yoda, MISS Foundation, Music, Rockband, Star Wars, Starbucks, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, Yoda
4 Months feels like 4 Years. Thanks, Cancer. You’re AWESOME.
Ro. I can write tonight. I need to write tonight. It’s been a couple of days I think. I don’t know that I’ll be able to sleep tonight. It’s creeping up. The 9th of every month date. 3:30 a.m. will be here soon. I’ve been dreading it all week. Consumed by it. 4 months is…4 Months, angels, arizona, Cancer, childhood cancer, Childhood Disease, Dr. Beth, Dr. Joanne, Dr. Rachel, Family, FUCK, Garage Boutique for Kids, Hats, hope, iPod, Lance Armstrong, Lovie, maya thompson, MISS Foundation, Mr. Sparkly Eyes, Neuroblastoma, phoenix children’s hospital, Rockstar Ronan, sarah matheson, Spirit Hoods, Star Wars, Starbucks, The Bravery, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, The Ryan House, Tom Petty, true love, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
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