What’s on your playlist? Better yet, how many playlists do you have? What is the soundtrack for your life? I’m sure most of you have one. People find that life goes better with music. There are certain songs I hear and I am transported back in time to a particular place or person or situation. Some music makes me feel good. Some makes me sad and some gets me pumped
I don’t know how to remember my son. I know how other parents memorialize their dead offspring. But I am confused for myself. There are no real maps or guidelines that work for me. Perhaps, if I could make sense of his death, it would be easier. But I am no closer to that than I was when he died. The shock and numbness are gone, but not the pain,
“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” the stranger said as she handed me back whatever papers I had just shown her. She had a name tag but I couldn’t read it because I was too busy trying not to cry. If I had a dollar every time I have heard that phrase in the month since my oldest son died, I could have paid for his funeral and still had
Two of my regular readers have noticed my absence from these pages and wonder what’s going on. The answer is that I lost one of my three faithful readers. For any writer that is bad. The fact that the reader was my oldest son makes the loss a tragedy beyond comprehension. The death of my son Christopher is a blow I cannot begin to describe. But as writer, I must
