I am in here.
Two weeks. It seems longer than that. Other peoples’ deaths warp time for the survivors, I think. I’d say “grief” instead of “death” but I have no idea if this is grief I feel. It’s nothing like I felt at my father’s death. I need a new definition. I need a word that means both … Continue reading definitions
That was the last word I remember her saying, when we visited her around lunch time. She was awake and lucid for about 10 minutes. No, she wasn’t waxing nostalgic, she was fussing at John to have someone at the house fix up our bedroom. I couldn’t abide the thought of staying in that mausoleum … Continue reading home
Now the dog and I sit peacefully watching one of the Discovery channels, not having bought the beef tenderloin, and sincerely (still) refusing to get into the Holiday Mess. The point of it is to have fun with your family and friends, right? To celebrate a culturally important time. Sometimes I wonder what it’s like, … Continue reading a hidden industry
‘Twas the week before Christmas� from Eamonn Fitzgerald’s Rainy Day …and because George and Tony had been very good boys Santa Claus came early and brought them not one but TWO big presents. That’s right, children. Listen up!
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