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It Goes On
Read more: It Goes OnWhen I was a child, my father had a darkroom in our basement. If I close my eyes, I can still smell the bitter chemicals and see the reddish light barely illuminating the room. I did not know exactly what he was doing in there, taking paper from one chemical into another and then hanging…
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Empty
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Read more: EmptyIt is another beautiful day, sweet boy. I feel a little steadier today. Still so very sad and lost but steady in this place. Steve took me to the Overlook Produce to look at plants. I was afraid of how I might react when I saw Buc-ees across the street. How you loved that place!…
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From the Loss of You
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Read more: From the Loss of YouI have never been so far from who I am. An imperceivable smile stifles the little laughter barely there that never escapes. Tears are abundant… forceful… unceasingly present and beyond my control. We are both gone yet I remain The world cruelly goes on Bills need to be paid The dryer broke Friends inquire how…
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Unpack
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Read more: UnpackIt is a beautiful day today, sweet boy. The kind of day you would sit on the swing and with furious determination scroll through your Ipad. I managed to catch up on watering plants and even repotted a couple. Still, most of the day was spent on the couch unpacking the medical trauma from two…
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Church
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Read more: ChurchSteve and I went to church today with the “baby.” When I brought Nathan home from the hospital thirteen years ago I taught you the sign for “baby”. It didn’t occur to me then that someday you would still be calling the six-foot one teen age brother “baby”. You loved it when he came with…
