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The Long Pause
Read more: The Long PauseSomething in me wondered when I took this picture if it would be the last one. There was no real reason to believe it would be. The resident had told us there was less than a one percent chance of fatality during the procedure. Still, if life had taught me one thing, and taught me…
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Bed Rails
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Read more: Bed RailsGrief has a way of wrecking everything—including priorities. Apathy sneaks in just behind her. Nothing seems important. How can it be when you are gone? This morning Grandma said, Do I look like I care what the floor looks like? Sweet boy, the floors are not as clean as when you were here. Grandma kept…
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A Whisper from Heaven
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Read more: A Whisper from HeavenSweet boy, I drove one our favorite routes today. The road has taken some damage over the years. So have I. The view, however, was ever the same. Grandma and Aunt Dolly went to see a friend from church play at the Batesville Market. It isn’t the kind of place we would have taken you.…
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The Direct Line
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Read more: The Direct LineSweet boy, last night I went to check on Grandma as she was in the garage, re-organizing. She has always loved projects but since you left, they are her lifeline. For her, Grief is temporarily hidden by keeping busy. There isn’t enough busyness in the world, though, for Grief to remain quiet. Every morning I…
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The Question
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Read more: The QuestionI took Baby to get his hair cut. I think he has grown taller since you left. The hairdresser couldn’t believe he was only thirteen years old. Since we were there, I checked to see if they could squeeze me in. It has been at least two years since I had a professional haircut. They…
