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    Ramblin’ Man

    The pain of not having Randy here does not grow easier—it just becomes less public. It wakes me in the morning and stalks me in midday in ordinary places like Home Depot, and it bathes me in salt water in the wee hours of the night. I try not to “go there” because I distinctly heard Randy tell me not to. To the floor. To where they pulled him when he lost consciousness and i begged him over and over not to leave. But he did. And I do. Sometimes I just can’t help going there because it was my…

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    Daffodil Love Letter

    That “last” day. Those “last” moments. I never expected him to call me to come home quickly that He was in great pain, yet turned to look me in the eye, squeeze my hand, and with his…

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    Great Grief and Deep Scars

    “Grief is the price we pay for love.” Queen Elizabeth II I looked at my arms and legs as I dressed this morning. They are a map of my life of sorts. There’s a scar on my…