We spent most of the day pulling weeds from the tiny gravesite. The child buried there was only three when he died, and only this first name, and birth and death dates were etched on the crude stone. His very existance seemed to be a secret, and I was determined to shine a light on … Continue reading Chasing ghosts
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Missing what you’ve never had
Still, even after all that has happened, after all the hurt and confusion, I miss you. Or rather, I miss what could have been. I wish I were able to sit down with you, maybe over a cup of coffee, and have a real conversation with you. I don’t even know if you drink coffee… … Continue reading Missing what you’ve never had
Stomping on broken glass
Forget tiptoeing on egg shells around you. It’s more like stomping on broken glass. As much as I try to skirt the issue, telling you I don’t want to talk about it anymore, you continue to poke that bruise. He made his decision, and you have to recognize what it is and acknowledge neither of … Continue reading Stomping on broken glass
Song for her father
It was time to just walk away. The conversation was going nowhere, but downhill. Louder, meaner, more futile. She was butting her head against a brick wall, and he wasn’t about to give an inch. Grabbing her backpack, she didn’t wait for a break in his tirade, she simply got off the couch and headed … Continue reading Song for her father
Lost in translation
With all the goings on surrounding my daughter and her recent graduation, her pending grad school plans and the inevitable moving out of our family home, I fear my son is getting lost in all the sibling adoration. The Boy has had more than his share of set backs in the last few years, struggling … Continue reading Lost in translation
A walk to remember
Empty chairs at school assemblies, no scrawled ‘love Daddy’ on unsent birthday cards. Carrie was used to it, but Cam was too young to remember him. He couldn’t miss what he never had. She’d always been there for him. Reading bedtime stories, conquering bullies and the bogieman. That’s what big sisters do. Mom was useless … Continue reading A walk to remember
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