Today, October 1st, marks 34 years since my brother Steve died from a drug overdose. October 1, 1992. I was 24. He was 33. Just two days ago was the 43rd anniversary of my brother David’s death. Nine years and two days apart. It’s strange how time heals these wounds. Every year, those two dates come back to back, and…
Tag: death
Ineffability, It’s an Adjective.
Some things in life are just ineffable. No matter how one might try, words just cannot express the thoughts and emotions surrounding some things in life. That’s where I’m at this week. Ineffability is my middle name. My dad died back in February and chose to be cremated. The one thing he asked me to do after his death is…
