July 19, 2018

Writing to and about David in a repetitive way was cathartic. I never thought about why I did such a thing. Journaling had always come natural to me; I’d been doing it since I was 7 or 8 years old.

I’ve journaled, written and re-written the same story countless times in the last 5 years. It’s always felt good. I enjoyed sharing my original blog with people as a form of communicating. A way to reach out and share what was going...

May 25, 2018

Can you imagine a time when you were given something and you almost couldn’t believe that this new, to you, thing was yours?

The mixture of surprise and delight.

You might even stow that thing away for safekeeping so nobody would know where it was stashed. Just for your eyes only.

And you’d check on it. Repeatedly. Going back to ensure it was still there and still yours. Pinching yourself to check if you’re awake.

The following da...

November 16, 2017

I wish time healed. It doesn’t. It simply highlights all that has been missed. A constant reminder of the moments unlived. Time passes unchecked. It makes no effort to mend what has been torn apart.

I wish what didn’t kill you actually made you stronger. It doesn’t. It leaves you wounded with the type of sore that refuses to heal. Open. Raw. Agonizing. It leaves you angry. Drained. Weak. Devastatingly weak. The kind of weakness...

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