Real Life

Memories fade, far too quickly. I was twelve when my mom died, and I barely remember her. She deserves better than that, but what can I do? She was one of those who always ducked the camera. She gained weight when she got pregnant with her first child, and probably never thought how much the […]

An actal e-mail exchange, edited only for privacy and odd paragraph breaks. Yes, he had his problems, and we had some rough times. But he didn’t deserve to die! cyborgs are real they invented a diviice that can hook into the brain and give internet access tectv says its been done to 2 ppl Well,

Time goes on, without him. I feel like I’m being dragged away from him, I’m on a train and he didn’t get on before it left. I would have walked with you, Chris, even if I broke my leg jumping off… I want to go back to work. But I can’t seem to face it.

Yes, I know what the date says. But I haven’t slept yet, so it’s still Day Four. Too much happened today, but I didn’t wake up and find it was really just a nightmare, so not enough happened today. On the left side of this page, under More of My Stuff, is a link labeled

At last, some good news. Life Legacy is a non-profit that will let my husband’s empty shell be used to help someone. They will cremate the remains and return them to me. And the not-inconsiderable part is that they will do this at no cost to me. No viewings, though, he has to be cremated,

My brother and sis-in-law have volunteered their home for a gathering of some sort. Last night I dreamed I was there, with all the people wanting to tell me how sorry they were, and I answered the phone. It was a collect call from Chris. I refused it, thinking it a sick joke, and heard

Return visitors may have noticed some changes. I felt that my blog should wear mourning colors, as I don’t think I can bring myself to do so. That would make it more real than I can bear. Don’t mind the bright colors, if you could read black on black, that is how it would be.