One More Thing
I want to tell my brother one more thing. I loved our childhood–the beach in summer, salty waves and frozen creamsicles. The trampolines, fireflies, road trips and late, balmy nights. Continue reading
Good Grief, Rafael
He was the best brother I could ever have. Fair and open minded, sensible, compassionate, and downright funny. Saw a therapist for a few sessions. She told me there’s good grief and bad. You mean, crying out to him and asking him to take me with him isn’t considered good?? Continue reading
Moments, Part 2
I am grieving again. This time for someone very close to me who I have loved very much. And the clocks in my house keep ticking, while the fridge keeps humming. Outside the UPS and Fed Ex trucks keep delivering … Continue reading
Oliver!
I am thrilled Oliver is okay, because I couldn’t imagine losing him. He’s just what I need and seeing him happy gladdens my spirits. Continue reading
The Dream
It’s been four weeks since Henry’s passing. I know I should put it behind me and muddle on, and sometimes I do. But last night… Continue reading
