This evening I was exploring the “draft” file to see if there was anything I could edit and post. I clicked on a few titles of unfinished works, but more often than not the posts were only titles, nothing else. 1,003 more words
I probably should have called.
We tend to think of the antithesis of courage as being some relative of cowardice, fear, timidity. I got home in August of 2015, after three exhausting weeks saying goodbye to my father, wondering, hoping that he would die soon, that his suffering could come to a close, and that I would be able to leave with a clear conscience, because it seemed to me that seeing his dead body would prove my worthiness as a son, at having been there for…who? 627 more words