My father died 15 years ago. I was 18. I am in contact with exceedingly few people these days who knew him. Even then, that contact is sparse (no judgment, … Continue reading Happy and haunted.
Tag: strong
Lucky me.
Victim. Survivor. Strong. Brave. I rather hate those words. I don’t really identify with any of them. I have a hard time with the inevitable sympathy and fawning that comes … Continue reading Lucky me.
Journeys in the Dark 