Category: LIFE AND DEATH

Writing is remembering. I want to write these words because in a few months things will start to get blurry. I will remember less and less but I know that I do not want to forget. It was time, my sister told me. I didn’t believe her. We’ve been here so many times before, and…

The first time I saw his bottles of C2, his beverage of preference for the past few months, I burst into tears. Mom always made sure that there was at least half a dozen bottles for him at any given time, and there they were: six bottles never to be opened by his hand, never…

I am here, alone in a chapel while they burn your body into nothingness. Your playlist fills the air, the crooning of Sinatra, the warbling of Johnny Mathis, and the occasional instrumental waging a wild crescendo, a proper sendoff to a man who loved his music. I thought, after everything that had happened, that I…