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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
Anniversary
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 →