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September 27, 2023

It starts the way it always does. I say always like I've done this for more than two years.   It feels like it though. September 27, 2021; October 6, 1977; April 23, 2013; January 23, 2015; December 11, 1978; June 2, 1983; the dates go on and on, eventually there will be no more new ones.   But this one is different.   Tiny takes the day off of school. I let her sleep while I drive to his gravesite. I'm not sure why I go - he's not even there. He's still sitting on the mantle. Nobody really believes me when I say that he goes with me. He always does. I polish his stone, put down some flowers and talk to the windmill. It's a blue one we got from the dollar store, and sometimes I ask him to make it stop spinning or spin it really hard if he's there. He always does - even when nothing else is moving. When I leave I always cry harder and tell him goodbye. He always says "I'm coming with you," and catches up to hold my left hand. It's always m

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