Ridghaus

I’d loaded up most of October and November posts and then let the schedule run on its own. And I needed to. To…

I had my first normal poop yesterday. After the month of no sleep, odd food, stress, and sorrow, it was good to have…

I just want to punch things through the day. It started on day one, really. Between the rainman walking/pacing and the uncontrollable, guttural…

It’s been one calendar month since Gabriel died.  I’m no closer to accepting it. Every single day, I want to see his face,…

Today (11/27) I talked with Jim about the kinds of people/categories of people I meet now. One type carries their own grief and…

I thought about the 26th, or at least, as the day was winding down, I realized that it was another day where I…

Dali dreams of a bee around a pomegranate, but I dream of Gabriel, my lost son, one second before waking. I sat in…

I am going through his desk and school items. A couple of days ago, I found “thank you” notes he had written to…

As I put on his Celtic Ogham stone this morning, I remembered the whole exchange purchasing it. Last summer, Joan and I were…

We had a family meeting last night. Talked about therapy, if it was helpful, what people wanted to do moving forward. I mentioned…