It has been nearly 9 years since I had to say good-bye, but not a day goes by that I don’t wish you were still here with me. Thank you for finding me and for choosing me to be your very own Human. I will never be able to put into words what you did for me and how the memories of you carry me through. I miss you, Korkabork. I always will.
Therapy and dealing with your past and making your mental health a priority is so much harder than pushing it down deep and trying to block it out. It is like having a full-time job where all you do is try to NOT think about it. “It’s in the past, you can’t change it, you can’t fix it.” It’s nonsense…. Read more »
A couple of times a year, I have the same nightmare. The details vary, where I am, who is with me and such – but the central theme is always the same. I NEED TO CALL MAMMA. I look for my phone, or I realize I’ve not spoken to her in a while. The worst is when I can’t remember… Read more »
In late 2001, Daddy retired, and Mamma an’ him sold their house in Floyd County, Virginia, and moved back to the desert that Mamma loved so much. She was so happy, and you couldn’t have gotten that smile off of her face if you tried. Sadly, she suffered a massive stroke on 2 February 2002 – mere weeks after closing… Read more »
Rome is burning, but the truth is, I’ve never really cared about Rome. The status quo of western civilizations. Colonization, the theft of history, and the denial of fundamental human rights. I know and accept that we can’t all live in harmony because humans are not a harmonious lot. We rape, pillage, and take more than we need. Waste what… Read more »
They don’t see me I live in the shadow of her memory When I speak, it’s her words they hear I scream I plead; I rage against them There is nothing; it’s futile to try. I am not her living memory – I am me She was once, but now I am Not dishonoring her, I am just me Plainly… Read more »