The Song is Ended, but the Melody Lingers on…

My uncle, who I’ll simply call “H”, had quite a life. From a difficult upbringing to drugs and alcohol, he lived life recklessly quite often. He was a mass of contradictions, full of absurd humour, strange beliefs and opinions, genuinely intelligent observations, sometimes a dash of bitterness. He could be the most thoughtless person at times, and other times he was the sweetest and most … Continue reading The Song is Ended, but the Melody Lingers on…

A Different Kind of Grief

Memories light the corners of my mindMisty water-colored memories of the way we were… Barbara Streisand – The Way We Were Funny story – the song I just quoted, I have never heard Barbara Streisand sing it. I heard it when I watched Big when I was a kid, and I watched that movie a lot because I loved it. Hell, I even linked it … Continue reading A Different Kind of Grief

My Imperfect Mother

Tomorrow is my mother’s birthday. Her 59th birthday, to be exact. Not a “special” year, but can’t every year be special? So for the day where we celebrate ma mère existence, I have a few words to say. They’re not all pretty, but they’re all true – and I hope they will mean something to her. I find that in relationships, in interactions, so much … Continue reading My Imperfect Mother