No one can walk you through loss. No one can take your hand and say “walk with me..” and you comply and follow blindly. Floating through as an apparition, a thin hand passing over velvet. No. That is not the way to travel through grief. Grief comes at you like a sniper shot. A bullet … More KICK
If I knew December 6th, 2020 was going to take from me my son. I would have spent so much time with him, told him how much I loved him, hugged him. Took more pictures. I would have made sure I brought him to the Dr’s. Made sure his cholesterol was in check. Specially since … More loss
It is I the wayward writer. Here today, gone tomorrow. I am a very undisciplined sort, managing my time is not my forte. And my desires swing like monkey’s in trees. I do a lot of painting and working outside, watching episodes and playing games. Perhaps a few spare moments of just staring out windows, … More Go Jesus
INTO THIS DEEP 