Phantom Limb

Grieving is a task, a finite event to be crossed off a list.  That’s how it felt.  Whenever I was conscious of my grieving I’d remind myself ‘this is where we are right now, this too shall pass’.  Wrong.  It’s a never-ending process. Don’t get me wrong, it does change. Read more…

present moment

Tonight was my seven-year old nephew’s last soccer game for the season.  I won’t keep you in suspense; they lost.  Badly.  6-0.  The other team were veterans of the league, they had played together last year, they had ‘plays’.  But before I digress into a rant about details that are Read more…