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22 Days

Slip into the mind of a sixth grader and travel back with me to 1989. The world watched as the Berlin wall fell, while my health crumbled more privately, life-threat unseen… All I knew was I was in pain. A lot of it. It was a huge pain in my small chest. At age 11,Continue reading “22 Days”

The Weight of Memory

Bad memories must be lighter than good ones. They seem to rise to the surface much more easily. It has taken a deep dive to find some good ones from this time a year ago. It was then that my dad was in the hospital, recovering from surgery. At least that is what we thoughtContinue reading “The Weight of Memory”

A Weekend To Remember

We had ham and beans for supper that Saturday night. That’s the only detail I can remember right now from this weekend a year ago. I guess if I had known it was the last times I’d spend with my dad outside of the hospital, I would have done a better job of burning themContinue reading “A Weekend To Remember”