Having not lost a spouse, it’s likely you don’t have a good feel for all the things that you lose along with that spouse. Likewise, you probably don’t have a good feel for the name problem – so many things have to be renamed. The problem isn’t immediately obvious. But trust me, it sneaks up and vomits all over casual conversations. Continue reading What’s In A Name?
I find that one of the hardest things to throw away are Maggie’s hair clips, the little spring-loaded teeth things that gripped her long hair either in a pony tail or up out of her eyes. I’m not sure why. But for some reason those hurt. Continue reading Hair Clips
Twapt! The sound both startled and sickened me. Having lived in this amazing house with so many windows for the last eleven years, I knew that distinct sound well. It wasn’t a sound of happiness. An examination of the kitchen windows confirmed my suspicions. One of the tallest windows had a lingering fuzzy feather stuck to it which was framed by smear marks. And lying, dazed, on the ice-cold flagstone outside was a small female red bird. Damn. Continue reading A Story About a Bird