Greg Maxwell

It ebbs and flows.
idiom. the way in which the level of something regularly becomes higher or lower in a situation: You have to accept the ebb and flow of love in a relationship.
That is just how it seems to be done, in spite of my best efforts. This very moment, I am in charge of the direction I can, and will take the conversation. I have to overcome madness, confusion, separation, and mostly the feeling of loss.

Plain and simple. Today is my daughter Emily’s birthday. I have always been the sentimental type, like looking at the best of the past instead of the worse. Today is not the day for the dark roads, however just a quick exit for grief may be in order.

The celebration begins in Hot Springs, Arkansas~~1992. She was my first child and I was twenty-nine years old and the manager of the Malco Twin Cinema. The stories that I could share for the love of her mother hasn’t been properly written either. …maybe another day? Currently, I don’t understand why Emily is ashamed of me. We all have short-comings and I have chapter books full of my own. Time is the living’s enemy.

I have a video of my children, that kinda of tells a short story of broken family’s~~~ and at the end of the video….I have my only picture of me, Mom and Dad….along with the only picture of me, Emily and her mom. Happy 31st birthday Emily.