Tag: grief

What fog is teaching me

It’s been three months and the Twilight Zone theme song still rings in my ears. I’m still not sure how one minute your morning alarm sounds weird to standing in your yard watching as friends and family comb through the ashes of what’s left… Continue Reading “What fog is teaching me”

Unlikely Pair

She sent the picture and I sigh, “I remember when he was the little one.” I smile when I think of his first word. Not mama or dada but “BALL!” I can still smell his play outside all day self and see him launch… Continue Reading “Unlikely Pair”