I spent this morning’s commute trying to explain to my sons the concept of death. Continue reading
Tag Archives: death
I died on a Tuesday.
I was old. My once golden fur had long since faded to white. My joints ached. My body hurt. The seizures were robbing my mind of more of me every day.
I’d wandered the backyard. I tossed my tire rope to myself for a while. I chased my ball. I remembered being a younger pup; I could play fetch for hours, rest for a few moments and hit the grounds for more. Continue reading
It was 6 a.m. The phone rang.
“Grandma passed away last night.”
I didn’t cry.
I got the boys ready for school. I got ready for work. I followed my routine. It was Jan. 22, 2012. Continue reading
Today is Uncle Paul’s 29th birthday. It should be G.G’s 87th. I miss her. And I miss our little talks. Continue reading