Thoughts of my Dad
Today, I am proud to say I am my Dad’s son and to say “Goodbye, but not really.”
Today, I am proud to say I am my Dad’s son and to say “Goodbye, but not really.”
Those tears clouding your eyes and the joy in your heart are often all you ever will need to know about life.
During the movie, I felt my mother’s presence. I couldn’t tell if it was around me or in me, but it was there. I could feel the pain in her that caused her behaviors in my childhood.
A ghost sat beside me, rocking slowly on the small, wooden chair. In the steely silence I could hear only two things; the rhythmic beating of my heart and the creaking of that chair. I […]
It is a fire I’ve known well, built in the moments of darkness where no light was assured, kindled in those times when I was frozen to the bone.
He loved her right away, and when faced with the likelihood of his death they decided to commit to the love they felt. If he died he would die her husband, and she his wife.