April 6, 2018

One month before my late husband killed himself he played this song every single night when cooking dinner for us in the kitchen. I didn’t think anything was out of the ordinary because we both liked Alice In Chains, but I did think it was odd how he would play this same song first, every single night. Sometimes he would replay the song over and over. Now in hindsight, I see. “Down in a hole, feeling so small. Down in a hole, outta control. I’d like to fly..”

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