Well, tomorrow marks seven months, and I'm not sure what to say about that, except that it is what it is. Other people along the road are months and years ahead of me, but I can't think too much about that because I'm not there yet. I'm at six months, thirty days and about fifteen minutes. That's the nature of grieving, as far as I can…
My son and his lovely bride gave me a gift this Christmas that was both for me and because of Jack: a Garmin GPS! It was the best gift for a person like me, who cannot always find my way out of a paper bag. As a matter of fact, all my life I have had anxiety about getting lost. This was an anxiety Jack did not share. He never…
I loved Jack, but I didn't love everything about him or everything about our marriage. There were disappointments along the way, places where I felt misunderstood, trapped, lonely, frustrated. There was what I thought marriage would be as we took our vows, and then there was what it actually turned out to be as our lifetime unfolded. In striving to be honest, it is important for me to acknowledge this. These days…
A girl I'd guess to be 4 or 5 just passed my house. She's in the company of someone I'd bet is her grandpa. As it's a picture-perfect day, sunny and clear, with low humidity, it's no surprise to note their pleasure at being out in it together. They're taking their time, pausing and conversing as they travel the stretch of sidewalk along the length of my home. Again and again…