I’ve been trying to put this article into words for weeks. Since the day in May when I held my beloved kitty cat in my arms as the vet gave her a shot to help her move from this earthly life into whatever lies next.
December might be my very least favorite month. Every where I turn it feels like reminders of the ones I’ve lost are shoved so aggressively and continuously in my face, ripping open scars on my heart. The holidays. A time when the world wants to
It never failed. “How are you doing, Grandpa?” He’d hang his head a bit with an overly serious face, “Oh, not very good. I’m a sick-man.” Then he would laugh and grin. With a last name like Sickman and a healthy sense of humor, who