Author:Lance

Ghosts

I took this photo at the place in the park where J and I always used to go. The structure is the peak of the old grade school building where...

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From the archives: RIP Music

There are moments of unmistakeable finality, moments when you just know it’s over.  I’ve had a few. One that quickly comes to mind is when I sold my first house and...

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Love Letter

Let me try to take you to the place where I grew up (such that I ever have...

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C’est la vie

The last series of posts have been dominated by the theme of grief. I had originally intended to continue the series for as many days as I continued to grieve...

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September 5: Day Seven

Not over it yet. I don’t know what the trigger was this morning - I had to put the trash out by the curb and Jackson’s old filthy plastic dish...

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September 4: Day Six

More quiet tears this morning as I reply to (probably) the last of the condolence messages on FB, messenger and email. It’s so quiet in the house now...

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September 3: Day Five

Yesterday morning wasn’t as bad. I cried when reading some of the FB comments (that are stillcoming, even if at a trickle) but it wasn’t a convulsive sobbing attack like Sunday....

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September 2: Day Four

Awake early again but slept better than the last couple of nights. More (quieter) tears this morning - I tried to avoid reading the new FB comments on yesterday’s post...

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