Dearest Father, I must confess the eternal emptiness since your passing. A year has faded in events that I find difficulty in comprehension. People swore it’d get better, but just as interest compounds, so does hurt. My memory cannot allow me to forget the unresolved matters and move onward. Our final words, my abrupt goodbye,…
Train to Ladywell
What crossroad am I approaching? London Bridge towards the National Rail Southeastern train surely. Are my considerations haunting me? I can hear foolish gossip. The wick on a wax candle burns until its finale. Am I at my wicks end– setting fire to the paper airplanes circling Westminster? Another train passes by. “This one yours?” asked the middle-aged conductor. “No,” I…
Death, Grief, and Remembering
Take a deep breath. Don’t panic. Everything will be fine. These are the thoughts running through my head as I write this, and as simple as they seem, they are not.