I'm 11 mornings short of three years. Like with most of my traumas, I'm able to talk about it now with time-seasoned detachment. It's a story that happened to someone else - a different version of me. But sometimes the emotions sneak up on me. Like, when I'm approximately 12 mornings short of three years… Continue reading Countdown to year three
He'd have been 55 today. I didn't want it to affect me, but I can't pretend it didn't. It's a really strange combination of emotions - knowing that I'm happier and healthier now, knowing that I've found love again and pulled my life back together and survived an incredible loss. And still feeling off on… Continue reading Wipe the Glass (Happy Birthday, Tony.)
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