My mother called me today. Now, let me tell you why this is important. I haven't spoken to my mother on a regular basis for almost 9 years because of an incredibly messed up thing that she did to me at that time. It doesn't even really deserve going into here. Anyway, she calls me to tell me something. My father died in a motorcycle accident last Friday, April 16th. William Gorman Smith was 52 years old. Honestly, I didn't have too much of a relationship with him. I didn't actually meet him until I was 15. He had remarried and had a son who at that time was about a year old. I talked to him off and on for about 8 years or so, and he helped me out with many things and we had a lot of good talks, then kind of drifted apart, and I had no way to contact him. I thought of him often, but it was one of those things..."Oh, well, one day I will really look hard for him, I have plenty of time." Well...I ran out of time. I will never have the chance to tell him anything ever again. I think I am going to take a break from things for a while. If I miss your pictures, I apologize. I am just going through so much. This latest is really just the icing on the cake, and I feel I need to take some time out and just...I don't know....evaluate what is going on with me and my life. My mother all of the sudden wants to make a fresh start with a relationship with her, she says this made her realize how short time was, but I have a lot of mixed feelings about it. *sigh* I just don't know. I apologize for the poor quality of this image. See you all sometime soon. *(*hugs*)* Tricia Renata texture (free) by minaluche