Aunt Christine had to go back to work and couldn’t hold my hand anymore. Not that I needed hand holding. But it was still nice to have someone there in the empty house. She lived in St. Louis, all the way up in Missouri. It was nice, but I liked my little town of Hugo, Oklahoma. The summers were blistering, but the winters were mild. I didn’t know what I would do if I had to deal with cold weather six months out of the year. Especially not at a new job that required me to walk around outside in the middle of the night. Thankfully, I only needed a… Read More
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Opening the fridge, I scanned over the leftovers from the wake. My Auntie Christine hadn’t been kidding about casseroles. I had tuna casserole, potato casserole, and even green bean casserole. I had noodle casserole up the ass. The plus side was I didn’t have to worry about finding something to eat. The negative was that all that casserole was going to my hips. It’d been a week since the funeral. Since my world was turned upside down. It hadn’t gotten any easier. There were nights I cried myself to sleep. Other nights, I stayed up just to look at his things. I wrapped myself in his shirts, inhaling his scent.… Read More
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The day I buried my dad, my best friend and confidant, was a miserable day indeed. Not that you could tell by the clear, sunny sky above us as the priest intoned my father’s last rites.
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