Category: grief
That Tuesday in August
About mid-July, my subconscious starts to remind the rest of my being that the beginning of August is approaching. Scriptures, memories, timing, it all starts b...
I Wasn’t Going to Go There
Robin Williams. I wasn’t going to go there. I don’t feel like I lost a long lost friend or some of the emotional connections to childhood movies tha...
Eight-Seven
It’s etched in my memory as eight-seven: August 7th. It’s today. It’s here. This photo will always be August 7th to me. I remember it so vivid...
In the Dark
Running isn’t really therapy for me; no, it’s more or less the downfall of my OCD brain. I count steps, calculate percentages, compare paces, and mo...