COVID is Over… but Daniel’s Story Lives OnNote — this column was started in October of 2022 and finished in April of 2023. It was published on the 3-year anniversary of Daniel’s…Apr 25, 2023Apr 25, 2023
Losing the FutureStop for a second and think back to when you were 10 years old. Think about little you — your friends, your wants, your fears. Walk…Apr 25, 2022Apr 25, 2022
A Soundtrack For SuicideIf you stop at this fence in the park when it is not busy you can hear nature. There are birds, leaves rustling, water gurgling, and…Feb 25, 2022Feb 25, 2022
Observations Along the Road of GriefIt is harder than ever to apply words to where I am on my journey now 11 months down the road of grief. It has become in some ways like…Mar 16, 2021Mar 16, 2021
Thankfulness in TragedyThanksgiving week is over. And in a way I am glad. That's very weird — I’m back to work tomorrow, family has gone home, the house is quiet…Nov 30, 2020Nov 30, 2020
The Blue Moth and The Road Rash Bungee CordOn April 7 I woke up at 5 am to the phone call that shattered my life. My youngest son Daniel at age 20 had succumbed to immaculately…Oct 8, 2020Oct 8, 2020