John Pollman
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I'm exhausted because I spent all day working on the display that I'm making for my son's memorial skateboard that all of his friends signed and wrote messages on at his service. I also worked on straightening up the garage. Late this afternoon, my next door neighbor came over and asked if I'd be able to pick up and apply the weed and feed to our yards soon. I said sure. I've been doing it every spring for years. Shortly after he left, I had a VERY difficult thought that I can't get rid of.
The day before Johnny died, the last time we talked was as he was leaving for his class to take a final exam. I asked him if he'd hang the fertilizer spreader from the hook in the ceiling of the garage. It's too heavy for me to lift up and do it. He said sure, and proceeded to hang it up. I wished him luck on his exam and he left. Little did I know that this would be the last thing he would do for me, and those were the last words we would ever say to each other.
I know that I can't leave the spreader hanging there forever, but it is going to be VERY difficult for me to take it down or ever use it again.
The day before Johnny died, the last time we talked was as he was leaving for his class to take a final exam. I asked him if he'd hang the fertilizer spreader from the hook in the ceiling of the garage. It's too heavy for me to lift up and do it. He said sure, and proceeded to hang it up. I wished him luck on his exam and he left. Little did I know that this would be the last thing he would do for me, and those were the last words we would ever say to each other.
I know that I can't leave the spreader hanging there forever, but it is going to be VERY difficult for me to take it down or ever use it again.