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.
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
Dear Dan, Another birthday you don't have. Happy birthday, wherever you may be. I love and miss you, my Danny Boy!