Tag: death

Something’s Bothering Me

I’ve been anxious forever, but it got worse after Dad died. Knowing I’ll never fix things with him makes me feel perpetually Bothered. That’s hard to swallow.

Giving Dad Away, Piece by Piece

I know Dad is gone now, and he has no use for these material things, but it still feels like I’m giving him away, piece by piece.

The Search for Enlightenment

For a brief period, I was a social drinker no more. I peered into the inky abyss that consumed my dad, expecting to see his mismatched eyes looking back at me.

Willcome home, Uncle Bubba

I oughta thank my mom’s brother, Troy, not any luck-filled stars, for teaching our family how to use a camcorder in the 90s.