Irony

Greg and I were sitting and talking one morning over a bowl of Cheerios.  He had a chastising look on his face (accompanied by a crinkly smile), like I was about to get a lecture.

"What's up with you?" I asked, preemptively

Tender Heart

His name was Rich B.  It was August and he was approaching his senior in high school.  Due to problems at home, he suddenly and unexpectedly found himself in need of a place to live.

I knew this because Greg came home from football practice one hot August afternoon and told me.  Greg had a plan.

A crack in the darkness

For over a month, I've been flattened by grief - living through the first Christmas without Greg, with all of the sorrow and despair of missing him - while at the same time, buying presents, making lists and elbowing my way through the myriad of busyness that accompanies the holidays - determined not to fold, not to crumble.

The closer it got to our Second Christmas, the closer I got to falling apart.  Stubborn determination can only carry you so far.

Seven Months

Today is Kate's birthday.  She's eleven today.  We had a family breakfast at a local diner to celebrate her day.

I had to wake up early - get dressed - and show up.  A challenge on my best day.  This was not my best day.