Liam
There was never a more beautiful sound than when I opened the door and heard her say, "Daddy, I'm scared, I can't feel my legs."
There was never a more beautiful sound than when I opened the door and heard her say, "Daddy, I'm scared, I can't feel my legs."
Two years after he died, and my heart still jumps when I see a guy who looks like John.
I crashed my friend's car on a sandwich run and to top it off, I brought him back the wrong sandwich.
Fred died less than sixteen hours after he attended our concert, after which he had repeatedly told us how well we'd done.
Even now, five months later, I can still see the skidmarks on that stretch of highway.
When I arrived at the memorial site, I couldn't think of anything witty or poignent to write, so I just carved 'I miss you' into the telephone pole that killed you and went home.
I should have been watching the intersection instead of the light.
Christmas Eve is one hell of a time to learn that some old wives' tales are true.
After severly hurting my foot, losing my job, being evicted from our home without cause, nursing my 3 year old through strep, picking my fiance and his totaled car up at the hospital, and going into debt, I wondered, "what else can happen in one month?"