PART 1 I often assume that I’m the problem. That I could do more and be better. For you, for us. But the truth shatters…
Stages of Grief
Head rush
Sometimes I want to go back and become an accountant like my dad. Politely shout my rationality from the rooftops. Make sure all the lines…
Heat lightning
It’s a reflex. I walk into the house and set my backpack down under the stairs, just like I did when I would stay with…
Overcoming motion sickness
I’ve been changing at my own pace, but it’s still on the basis that life will always be there waiting for me. My dreams feel…
The last first
We put away the Christmas decorations at Mom’s house. The view of a log in the fireplace, the cleared out room, everything back in its…
Storm chased
I can feel it brewing but hope I can escape before the storm hits. Before my emotions come crashing down. No time to stop and…
Processing this unconditional curiosity
What was he thinking about as he overlooked the bow of the ship, bracing himself? I’m glad I saw him do it and that I…
Fresh cold house
Sitting in here makes it too real that I’ll never physically hear him speak again. The house triggers all sorts of memories and realizations like…
Store bought cooked chicken
My dad was proud of me. I don’t doubt that even though I question most things I interpret about him. Sometimes I felt he was…
The same reign coat
I took a walk on a rainy dune trail while camping where my family used to vacation. I wore my dad’s rain coat and thought…