It’s been two weeks, and I’m still heartbroken. Two weeks ago, Scott Hutchison, lead singer of my favorite band Frightened Rabbit, took his life. His body was found near the…
William Wordsworth has always been my favorite poet. And of his poems, the Lucy series is my favorite. This one in particular has always stuck with me: When my dad…
He knew his final days were approaching. The cancer had spread like wildfire in his body. But that isn’t what pained him most. What haunted him in early morning hours…
Every day I hang them up when I come home. Mine on the left. Hers on the right, always a sign to me that she’s home. Waiting for me. But…
Without her, he didn’t know what to do. So he boarded a cruise ship and sailed away. His heart was broken. It wasn’t her fault. It was life. Or fate.…
While young children squealed in glee over discovered Easter eggs filled with chocolates and rainbow colored jelly beans and families gathered together in laughter around extravagant brunch tables, she brought…
Every morning, he made two smoothies: one for her and one for himself. One summer day, he put a flower on top, and from then on, it became the bit…
Her father loved his plants. He mostly grew roses, but when retirement forced him out of his home–the one with the yard for all his rose bushes–he turned to geraniums.…
She saw the past year reflected in a glass of water. The negative voice inside was quick to jump in first. He measured all her failures and added them to…
She doesn’t care much for flowers. Between her job and travels, there is hardly time or energy to cultivate a garden. Except the window box that was there when…
Dad loved flowers. His green thumb specialized in roses and geraniums. On Saturday mornings, he used kitchen shears and that cerulean fertilizer water the way an artist uses a paint…
My dad’s life was an hourglass, full of tiny grains of sand that marked moments of humor, hard work, love, and great beauty. At times those grains passed slowly from…
They dug a hole and put you six feet underground. All those years I never said what I really should have said. The regret fills every empty space you left.…
I stumbled, eventually falling forward. They were quickly approaching behind me, but I could not push myself up. My slow, final breaths blew into the blades of green grass tickling…
Some days bring gray skies. Others unleash angry words that pierce the air. Still, life has always felt like a thousand yellow daisies—magical in its bits of brightness. But today…
They say there’s something irredeemable about death. It’s something beyond repair; hopeless; not able to be helped, saved, or made better. They say this, and it’s true. It’s why I’m…