There's an odd aura around him And his eyes are open but he can't see My Dad's not in there, I can't stop crying I feel his spirit wanting to be free Resonating, shining through He misses us already and he's preparing to leave, too. He's resonating still, here or there if you... Continue Reading →
7.22.19 Oh Father. (Journal; Short Story)
The night of Friday, July 12, 2019 seemed like any other. That was twelve days ago, and life has been insane since then, so much that I don't know my life before it. To fill you in... I'd returned home from a busy day at work, wrapping up the week and preparing to begin work... Continue Reading →