In 2007, Dan died from suicide. In 2008, I started a blog. Psychic John Edward once told a client that the loved one who had crossed saw the letters that were written to him and felt as if he was still part of the client's life. This blog became my letters to the dead. "Notes... Continue Reading →
Twelve years
Dear Dan, Twelves years you've been gone. Twelves years of all that has happened in my life. Twelves years of all that should have happened in yours. Fuck. I love and miss you more than ever.
An update
I got a call from the treasury office and they gave me good news and bad news. First, the good news: she kept saying "checks." That means it's not clothes! HALLELUJAH, BABY!!!! No dealing with bodily fluids of a beloved, long-dead brother. The bad news: After almost 11 years, Dan's estate is still technically open! The... Continue Reading →
Suicide — the gift that keeps on giving
Several months ago I found there was "unclaimed property" from Dan's estate. There was a bunch of paperwork involved, but I filled things out and sent it off to the State Treasurer. Sixty days later, I got a form in the mail. More paperwork was needed. The first thing I had to have was a... Continue Reading →
Ten years
Dear Dan, Sometimes it seems like a minute; sometimes it seems like 100 years. I miss you as much as ever. I look back over the past ten years and wonder: how different would life be if you were still in it? Mom would still have dementia, but probably not quite as far along as... Continue Reading →
Tattoo
Dear Dan, So I got this tattoo last Christmas eve. I know. I know. It's going to be on my arm forever. That's the whole point. I got a semicolon. A semicolon is used when a writer could have ended the sentence, but chose to pause, and continue on. You are the author and the sentence... Continue Reading →