Journal of 11/25/2019
Dali dreams of a bee around a pomegranate, but I dream of Gabriel, my lost son, one second before waking. I sat in…
Read MoreDali dreams of a bee around a pomegranate, but I dream of Gabriel, my lost son, one second before waking. I sat in…
Read MoreI am going through his desk and school items. A couple of days ago, I found “thank you” notes he had written to…
Read MoreAs I put on his Celtic Ogham stone this morning, I remembered the whole exchange purchasing it. Last summer, Joan and I were…
Read MoreWe had a family meeting last night. Talked about therapy, if it was helpful, what people wanted to do moving forward. I mentioned…
Read MoreI had a visitor to my dreams last night. I’ll say “he” because that was the overall impression I had of a gender…
Read MoreI didn’t cry today. The first time. I was a little choked up talking with Patrick Clement about Gabriel and again when I…
Read MoreWe celebrated Aelora’s bday today. She had about 20 friends over and made cocktails along with Jamaican Black Bean Soup.She then swung fire…
Read MoreMost of the time I feel lost. From moment to moment, I do not know where my character is headed. When we told…
Read MoreYesterday, it felt like Gabriel was away on a trip — He could come back any day. I knew he wouldn’t, but for…
Read MoreThroughout the year, I had periods where I just couldn’t write. Either I was in the midst of the emotion and I wanted…
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