I’ve been having a very hard time lately. It seems like I must work so hard to distract myself. Idle moments take me to a very dark and unhappy place. The images of what he looked like when I found his body, his blank and lifeless stare, the smell of gunpowder and blood in the…
Erik’s Visit to Brianna
We’ve been blessed to have such wonderful neighbors on our street while Erik and his brother and sisters were growing up. One of the families we’ve been the closest to live right across the street. Although Erik was older than all of them, he was very fond of the now 16 year old twins, Brandon…
Working with Energy
Since Erik’s death, one of my deepest desires has been to see him, to hold him, to hug him, to kiss him, to hear the sound of his voice and his wonderfully infectious laugh. As you can see from various entries, we’ve been blessed by numerous occasions when he’s been tangible through our senses of…
Punked Again!
Let me start by saying I have this thing about being organized. Very organized. I have lists for everything, even lists of my lists. This personality trait probably evolved because of my ADHD as a means of finding order in my own personal chaos. I don’t know if I could have survived medical school otherwise….
Erik and the Fortune Cookie
When I was a kid, fortune cookies were kick ass. (I was fairly easy to please.) Seriously, they pointed you in the right direction, gave clarity to a muddled path, and were just, well, fun! Now, it’s all about moral advice for morons: the early bird gets the worm, people in glass houses, yada, yada,…