Well, something incredible happened today... 🙂
03.31.21 Second Shot. (Journal)
11.9.19 Being There. (Journal)
I wrote the following earlier tonight, which is a speech for church tomorrow. This serves as 'part 2' of the previous post, but it can also stand alone. Â Just a update on my life and incorporated with my current reality. (Following is a Facebook post I wrote tonight about some friends who are going through... Continue Reading →
10.3.19 Lost in Hermitsville. (Journal)
Hey, universe. Just an update. (I'm pissed at you, by the way. I told a co-worker earlier... "The Universe is on my shit list! I don't like how it's behaving and it can go screw itself!" So.. since Dad died... I've noticed that I've been withdrawing from society and I've begun to slowly seperate myself... Continue Reading →
9.23.19 Autumn’s Wind (Poem)
She carried me over on a wild gust Of dead brown leaves and desert dust She handed me off to higher powers And doused me in her dirty smelling rain showers The ebb and flow of who you are and what you know Seem to fade away As soon as tomorrow is... Continue Reading →
9. 18.19 Two Months Since. (Journal)
So, two days ago, it was two months since Dad passed away and left us. I'll say right now that it's the most difficult thing I've ever had to deal with in life, but I have absolutely zero regrets. That's very important. While Dad was here, I spent many vacation hours and tons of gas... Continue Reading →
8.1.19 Picking Up the Pieces & Trying to Move On… (Journal)
I think about Dad every second of every hour of every day. I think about all the great times, they overshadow the bad or sad ones. The memories come flooding back quickly and unrelentlessly, like a Summer monsoon... Like the time that my Sister Nickie stood at her bedroom window and told me at the... Continue Reading →
7.30.19 Resonating Still (Poem)
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 →
Ballistik Coffee Boy. 