I hug you in my memories. Written for the Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings: Memories. Dedicated to my son, Malcolm (died August 12, 2006) and my sister (died December 19, 1972).
I find it amazing that the people who are most in touch with themselves, who are least likely to worry about what others think of them, and who are not afraid to flout others' expectations of them, are considered to be eccentric, meaning unconventional and slightly strange in their views and behavior. If they are... Continue Reading →
One of the ways that human beings are wonderfully and marvelous made is our ability to produce memories that extend the moments that we have spent with loved one who died. While after nearly 12 years I still cannot stand at my son's grave for more than five minutes without dissolving into a puddle, I... Continue Reading →