I hear your voice in my head everyday.
‘I let you live here.’
‘Kill them with kindness.’
‘This is the tiniest harp in the world playing some song for you.’ You would rub your fingers together and I don’t remember the…
I have existed eight years without her.
It doesn’t seem possible really.
That ninety six months have passed and I haven’t spoken to her.
Haven’t phoned on the way home to tell her about my day or complain about work. Haven’t taken a walk with my son in the stroller to her…
My father would have been 80 today.
He didn’t mind getting older. He said it was better than the alternative.
He wasn’t afraid of death either, which occurred six and a half years ago. He said when your time is up, your time is up…