grief by car

The son and the father knew each other in that shadowy way that parents and children do until the son was an adult. It must have been a great surprise to both of them to see how alike they were. The son and the father had good ideas of themselves –there is nothing wrong with…

I’m going to let her shine…

On Friday it was four years since the day I lost my little sister. I’ll admit I have trouble with a sentence like that one. Since my little sister’s passing? Passing into what, where? Since my little sister’s death? It’s too true and too harsh. I go with since I lost my little sister, like…

nobody does coffee like she did

In less than a week it will be three years since my little sister died. How something can feel like an eternity and be remembered as if it was yesterday is beyond me. Still, I’m all about the good times now. I almost never cry, not because it’s not sad, it’s bloody sad for a…

where there’s hope there’s living

And the other way round. They feed off each other, hope and living, living and hope. They’re like best friends. Like salt and pepper, like Sonny and Cher. Not that I’m old to remember a time where Sonny wasn’t divorced from Cher, but we won’t dwell on their break-up, because this a good story. It’s been…

Suicide, my old friend, you again

You haven’t lived if you haven’t sat opposite someone who wants to die. Three different ways Darren says he has of committing suicide, all violent. Step in front of a train, the tracks are two minutes from his place, step off the pedestrian overpass at the Austin Hospital, at peak hour so if the fall…