I think there is nothing more terrible in this world than waiting.
What did you think your future was going to be when you were 13? Did you have dreams? Aspirations?
When your mother loses her mother, you are confronted with a terrifying truth, a truth that will shake you to the core: That one day you will lose your own mother. One day you might bury your own mother.
A date arranged and a confession quickly spilled forward, I was leaving soon.
I realized like most people of a certain privilege, “goodbye” is nothing more than an empty promise.
Perhaps its time we start seeing depression in the same light as cancer.
As unexpected death is, we all expect to die.
You were never one for labels, and you were never one to pretend.
Yes, we knew it was coming. That doesn’t make us foolish for trying, for loving. It doesn’t make us melodramatic for expressing real grief.
Once you make your decision to move, your entire life gives way to an awkward conundrum…