Today's the 4 week anniversary of my son Jack's death. I feel like I've been trudging through chest deep muck. And seriously, it feels either like I've felt this way forever or for a few hours. I can't believe that it has been 4 weeks since he left this earth. I'm journalling notes to him most nights. There are so many things that happen each day that I would normally tell him. It's hard to see his friends at the grocery store or gas station and know that their life is going. I almost resent… Continue

This first person I thought about sharing this poem with was my son, Jack. He wrote so many poems and songs. I've spent much of the past few weeks picking up the phone to text message or call him.



Perfection Wasted



And another regrettable thing about death

is the ceasing of your own brand of magic,

which took a whole life to develop and market -

the quips, the witticisms, the slant

adjusted to a few, those loved ones nearest

the lip of the stage,… Continue