I’m in the position where I’m having to get rid of things. Things that I’ve had for years, some that I love, some that I don’t. It’s really making me wonder if we, are too attached for our own good to things that should simply be things! There are so many people who will tell…
Death & Grief
In the wake of death…
When I was about sixteen years old, my cousin died. It was unexpected and it was a huge shock. Everyone was devastated – of course. As anyone would be when a teenage boy tragically and unexpectedly dies. I remember everyone crying a lot. I also remember not crying much. His sister, always my closest family…
The calm before the storm | Migration Tales
I haven’t felt like writing lately. Truth be told, I haven’t felt like doing much else other than cry. It feels somewhat ridiculous even putting this out there – the fact that I’m crying over the loss of a thing. A thing with no meaning more than memories attached to it. But I’m getting ahead…