Dear Dan, Happy birthday -- or as we used to say to each other -- Happy Happy Joy Joy! Another birthday and you're not here. So much is going on on the political front, you should be here to see it. There have been many time in recent days, I think about calling you, but... Continue Reading →
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 →
2017 was a very bad year
Dear Dan, 2017 sucked ... and not well. Let's forget the whole politics/Republican jackasses in Congress/racism/tax cut for the wealthy/Trump vs. women, immigrants, Constitution, etc., etc., but pro-Russia/ad nauseum disaster portions of the year. Every year that passes, I feel like I lose more of you. This year I lost two major pieces of you,... Continue Reading →
Serial dreams and heartache
I know why this is happening. For the past week, every other night or so, I have dream installments. They involve Dan and he's not dead. He just decided he didn't care for the way his life was going and he wanted a clean break. A new start. The first dream was one of those that happens... Continue Reading →
Dear Dan, I'm going to do a cross-post here. I don't have the heart to do two posts. On July 25, 2007 you wrote a note at home, had a friend drive you downtown, and then jumped off a parking garage. I can't say that I understand the thought process behind that decision, but let... Continue Reading →