What else did we do besides eat tomato soup from a can and drink water from the spring on our fall hikes every year?
How am I supposed to tell people how great you were, if all my memories of you involve a beer can?
Where did you go?
Why did you keep making excuses not to leave this tiny city for an evening?
what was my father like as a child?
I stand there and watch as you walk away from me Why didn't you stay?
What was with that summer you never got out of bed?
coke or pepsi?
What made you fall in love with plants so completely? You got such happiness from growing things.
What was that story from Uncle Woodrow again? Or was it Uncle Wilson?
Michele, how could I have helped? Was it always so bad? How did it get so bad?
Why wasn't I enough for you if you loved me so much?
You know I love you, right?
Were you ever able to forgive me?
If I stare at my feet will the sun look away?
How come you gave up making art?
Where did your Mom's family live?
Will I always feel this way?
where is the treasure hidden?
Did you ever forgive him for what he did?
What was your best birthday?
Why didn't you pursue art as a career?
If I asked you again, what would you say?
Why did you never tell me Daddy had been married before you, especially when I told story of him being "the town's confirmed bachelor" so many times?
Are you proud of me?
How can I give up my self?
Why did you stop talking to me all of a sudden in high school even though we saw each other over and over for 10 more years since we dated boys who were best friends?
I wish I'd asked whether he really believed everything he said from the pulpit.
Why didn't you ever contact your mother's family after they disowned her?
Why did you stay with him?
Why were you so sad?