Ten years ago, I lost my uncle and gained a daughter. I thought I understood grief – I didn’t. Turns out, it’s not something you move past. It’s something you carry, together.
Ten years ago, I lost my uncle and gained a daughter. I thought I understood grief – I didn’t. Turns out, it’s not something you move past. It’s something you carry, together.
I keep hearing how everything is finally getting back to normal now. Praise jeebus, everything is getting back to the way it should be. Packed shopping centers, commuting, being stuck in traffic, having to be around swarms of people – is that what you want? … Continue reading The New Normal
My grandmother passed away this past Sunday. Aspasia “Soula” Voliotis was 86. She was born on 07/07/1932, the same exact day/year that her husband, Stan (or Stelios if you’re legit ethnic) was born.
For the vast majority of my adult life, I’ve wanted to run away. When high school got too much, when friends were hurting when life got too hard, all I ever wanted was to just, run, go away.
I have a list of blog posts which I’ve started, and then lost interest in and not finished. If that, my dear friends, isn’t the best analogy for who I am as a person I don’t know what is. I have one about anger, another … Continue reading Friends, and no, not the TV show. Although in retrospect Ross is a douche.
I wrote another blog piece. This one on emotional exhaustion. Shout out to the friend who pointed me in this direction.
I dread the day that Mia tells me she doesn’t remember her Dad. Or her mum. It will likely happen. She’ll forget their voice, face, mannerisms. It will hurt. Memories are important. They’re important to me at any rate; My memories of feeling like I … Continue reading Do you remember the time I knew a girl from mars?
Closure is a funny thing. And I’m not referring to it’s ability to tell a winning joke either.