The Holiday Season

Grief Is

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Grief is like a snowflake? If you want to be poetic about it, okay. If you want to be honest about it, which I am going to be, grief is a demonic fucker that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. I buried my father seven years ago today. The morning of the … Continue reading Grief Is

A Hard Week Ahead

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A Hard Week Ahead Seven years ago this week, my father passed away. He bravely battled various forms of cancer for 15 years. Eight years “clear”, cancer resurfaced. It continued to be a battle on and off for the remainder of his life, which ended at age 63. Way too young. From year-to-year, I have … Continue reading A Hard Week Ahead

There Are Days

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There are days, weeks, months even, when I have absolutely nothing to say. It doesn't mean I've shut down or that the thoughts and ideas in my head have stopped, it simply means I've got nothing to say. Sometimes it's very individualized. I have friends I speak with regularly that I do not tire of, … Continue reading There Are Days