This, right here, is officially the 800th entry for “When EF Talks.”
It’s a little hard to fathom, really.
That’s a heck-of-a-lot ‘o writing over a heck-of-a-lot ‘o years. 400 more words
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
I am at a total blank for writing this letter. Then again I’m sure that doesn’t surprise you. Another thing that might not surprise you, I didn’t write this over the weekend instead I wrote it an hour before seeing you. 904 more words
As time goes by, grief changes like most things do over time. It comes unexpectedly now, sparked by simple things like shopping for fishing lures by myself, a love scene on TV, his pack basket displaying local wines, or my grandson telling me he misses his grandpa. 157 more words