Monthly Archives: December 2015
He was a little over 4 years old the last time I saw him. The last time I saw him was on a frigid Sunday early afternoon in February of 2003. Driving away to spend the rest of the weekend … Continue reading
I crawl in bed with them to wake them up. The warmth of their bodies is the same warmth I felt the first time I held them in my arms. I was told when I was little that the soul … Continue reading
It’s a sin to attempt to sleep on windy rainy nights. The wind feels like his breath on my back, The rain, every single drop, a moist kiss. Don’t waste those nights sleeping.