It’s been a year. It doesn’t feel real yet. A few mornings ago I woke up and my first thought was “oh yeah, Dad is dead.” I got a phone call late at night, my belle-meré par remariage called to tell me Dad didn’t make sense. That he wasn’t able to speak, that she took […]
A brand new guitar, some super happy thoughts, and getting through the pain of loss all in one.
It’s time to bring back the Dead Pool. This post is morbid as hell.
I just can’t do one for 2014.
Why I AdaCamp’d is horribly complex, peculiarly person, and incomplete. And long. This is long and rambling.
A whole lot of death up in my life right now.