Madrigal
Madrigal I long to turn my path homeward, to stop a while with you More than Thanksgiving, Christmas, birthdays or any other event, this is the one that I’ve been dreading. Our anniversary. The 10th of our marriage, the 19th of us being… well, “US”. …I’ve been silent here for some time. This shall continue [&hellip
Read MoreIn the End
…But if I think, oh, like you think, It don’t make my load much lighter The time has come for these blogs to come to an end. Writing has been quite therapeutic. …and I’m sure it will continue, but not for public consumption. I have come to the conclusion that there are too many close [&hellip
Read MoreBravado
If we burn our wings flying to close to the sun, if the moment of glory is over before its begun… I know some of these blogs begin to sound repetitive, and I don’t know if I’m trying to convince myself or you the reader of all of these things – but none the less, [&hellip
Read MoreOpen Secrets
Open Secrets It went right by me, at the time it went over my head, I was looking out the window, I should have looked at your face instead. I have been going through the painful yet therapeutic process of letting parts of Michele go – Making parts of the house, one room at a [&hellip
Read MoreTears
Tears flow. They come from the heart. They come from sadness, and the memories of such unbridled joy and happiness. Thanksgiving is here. For the first time since we moved into this house 7 years ago, there aren’t two turkeys in brine. There aren’t other dishes prepped for all the cooking today. There isn’t a [&hellip
Read MoreCut to the Chase
I’m not old enough to care too much about what you think of me – but I’m young enough to remember the future and the way things ought to be. Fascinating week filled with fascinating experiences, many with new friends, many with old friends, many with family, all with people who love and care for [&hellip
Read MoreAfterimage
Afterimage …suddenly you were gone. A month ago today, I lost you. After six weeks of pure hell. Of having lost communication with you, but believing you were coming home to me. To Mia. To Chase. You slipped through my fingers like water. I held your hand and left my other hand over your heart [&hellip
Read MoreRed Barchetta (Silver Camaro)
Fuel pump. 30 minute fix. Had the part for months. …since before Michele went into the Hospital. Took me until yesterday to do something about it. I had been dreading it. Scared about what memories would come rushing back if I got my hands dirty, my brow gritty and pick up that smell of working [&hellip
Read MoreCircumstances
Circumstances, which are often outside of our control, dictate our actions. I didn’t choose this. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this. Why would someone, two people, a family have to face this set of circumstances? Why would we be asked to shoulder this load? Why would people who always put a huge [&hellip
Read MoreTurn the Page
As time rolls (extremely slowly) along, I feel as if I’m living in the pages of a book. …the kind of book that leaves you without a conclusion at the end with a pretty little bow wrapped around it. The kind of book that is the most powerful – a mix of emotions, tragedy, triumph, [&hellip
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