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Enigmatic Dreams
Rather than dreaming of George when he already passed, I actually woke up from one as he was just passing. He was running towards me smiling and the grass was green. When my grandfather passed, he was on a road waving to me, smiling, before I even got the news. The brain can be really…
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Death still on my mind
When I was four I busted my head on the sharp edge of an oak coffee table while I was riding my toy horse with wheels on the couch. I recall seeing my mom in bell bottoms and long hair walking through a doorway bead curtain and screaming. You’ll think I’m crazy, but I remember…
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Lessons from Grief and George
After a couple of days of no sleep or food I finally slept and had something to eat last night. I still don’t have an appetite, but will try to focus on taking care of myself since I have a tendency to torture myself when I am depressed. I am behind on work, but hopefully…
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Goodbye George
Dreaming of him I saw his face As I cried out of my sleep Into a morning storm And I texted my sister And asked what was happening And she confirmed what I felt to be true His passing passed over me like a ghost As I had prayed to god and the universe to…