in search of the truth

dear dad, for the first time since you died, i had a positive dream about you. i was playing hide and seek with my friends, we walked by your room, we saw that you were sleeping. ‘shhh, we don’t want to wake him,’ i said. we tiptoed quietly. you looked like you were right where… Continue reading in search of the truth

how i am really doing

dear dad, the other night i cried about losing a bookmark. i always cry when i lose things now, as if you had died all over again. thanks for that. otherwise i’m good. i’m really good. i like my job. i love my job. i live in the mountains. most days i wake up and… Continue reading how i am really doing