Many of us survived 2020, but it's been a tough one for all. Who have I been? Everyone under the sun it seems, finally returning to myself at the end. As it turns out, I needed to spend the COVID year (spanning 2) alone.
Still kind. Still bipolar. Still borderline Canadian. Still filling the void of Maggie. Still some version of me.
63 years today since D-Day. June 6th, 1944. On this day, my grandfather was just off the coast of Normandy, but he never touched land. He was about my age at the time. He is still alive today, and somehow, I owe him my life
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It is impossible to match the grief of losing a loved one. But it is even more impossible to fill the void that blossoms from grief in the heart of the best friend who must live on. Just know we still care
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I have made an uncanny, and in my life unprecedented, decision. That of placing barriers so as to create a sense of privacy. Not even for me. For the others
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