Sunday night, I was unpacking my stuff with my girlfriend, Kariann, who went with me and my daughter to Panama City Beach, FLA and I had some of her shells. I said," do you want them?" and she said no, "you keep them." I said, " oh, I am the Keeper Of The Shells! "
You see, I am the Keeper Of The Shells. I have my brother's precious jars of shells from our times on Sanibel Island. He committed suicide on Dec. 23, 2007. I have my mom's shells, who died of a horrible cancer 13 years ago (yesterday). And, of course, I have my shells too.
We talked a lot about my brother and mother during our weekend and she said this had to be my forever quit and she said it again when I said I was the Keeper Of The Shells. She said that I had to stay quit and keep on keeping on. And I will. I am dedicated to being the Keeper Of The Shells. Great title for an autobiography, don't you think?
My love to all of you. N.O.P.E.
