Year Three: The Music of Your Absence

When I was younger, I had an odd little habit called Song of the Day. Back when the standard mode of listening to music was via cassette tape or CD, I would choose a song and play it on repeat, all day long.  All. Day. Long.  I’m not sure I understood then why my Song [...]

Christmas, Grief, Puppies, and My Two Dads

One of the most important lessons I learned after my Pops died was not to wait; never wait. Some people think it silly to spend money on a dog, and some people say you can’t buy happiness—I say those people must have never loved or been loved by a dog.

Easier Versus Different

To suggest that it gets easier implies that grief no longer requires effort to hold; that it is somehow more comfortable. It’s not—not at all. It’s different.

Please Don’t Take Away My Memories

I realized that what I was searching for was proof. Proof that he existed, that he loved me and that he loves me still. I suppose in a way I was breaking my own heart.