Blackberries remind me of the summer and my father.
Ever since I can remember, we would go to this blackberry bush behind our old townhouse around July and pick as many as we could until our fingers were stained so red from the juice.
These were and still are some of the best times I’ve ever had.
The taste of blackberries will always make me think of my father.
And I love that I have that.
a musical entitled “may, senior year” filled with hits such as:
“i never knew you wanted to join the military”
“why are you getting married”
“that’s an awful tattoo”
“what am i doing for the rest of my life”
“how will i afford deodorant in college”
“why can’t i graduate already”
“why can’t i graduate already (reprise): why am i graduating already”
I don’t ever want to wake up without you.