My roommate got me this adorable leather purse backpack and it fits everything I need and a few things I might never need. The backpack straps sometimes fall through the loop and I’ve started tying one of Pal’s old bandanas to it to stop this from happening and to make me smile or cry dependingContinue reading “Fire Marshal Assistant.”
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One purple bandana.
I remember losing it in the grocery store, salty tears in the bacon aisle. It was months after we lost Grandma. The grief hit me like it had just happened. Pal passed away six weeks ago, on the same day Grandma passed three years ago. This didn’t feel like a coincidence, not that I knowContinue reading “One purple bandana.”
Used to.
I used to wonder what the non-dog beach was like– I imagined the water was an even brighter turquoise, the sand was softer, there were no bugs and certainly no dog poop left by irresponsible humans.…today I learned it’s not so great. It’s rocky and of course the water is the same and it’s fullContinue reading “Used to.”
Zig-zag.
When you have a dog, you usually know the other dog owners in your neighborhood. You often see them every morning and evening, you know which dogs you should avoid (Ziggy. Always zigzag from Zizzy), and you start to wonder and worry when don’t see them. I knew my neighbors would be wondering about PalContinue reading “Zig-zag.”
norah jones.
Facebook memories can really knock you off kilter sometimes, you know what I mean? One minute you’re scrolling through and seeing your friend’s plate full of blueberry pancakes and then you get the memory notification and you are knocked in the face with the past. The day Ryan Cauble passed away. The Idaho aspens thatContinue reading “norah jones.”
rush hour.
You know that kind of traffic where you can tell everyone around you is seconds away from changing into the rage lane without their blinker on? I was driving home on one of the busiest roads in the Tampa Bay area at 5:05pm and by 5:06, I was merging into raaaggeee. The concrete jungle wasContinue reading “rush hour.”
Crazy.
Dear G’ma, I guess it’s a little crazy that I’m writing these to you. It’s just a lot crazy that you’re gone and I guess it’s helping me cope. I know we know our grandparents will get older and will pass away but that doesn’t mean it will be easy. When I start to getContinue reading “Crazy.”
Voicemails.
Dear Grandma, I re-listened to all of your voicemails last night. Last week, too. It’s something I’ve been doing when I feel the urge to hear your voice. Some of them were under 20 seconds, and part of me was surprised I saved them because they didn’t say much. But boy did they say MUCH…hiContinue reading “Voicemails.”
To Grandma
Dear G’ma, A lot of people miss you. We talk about how it comes in waves, how we will be okay until we’re at the grocery store picking out bacon and the salty tears start to fall. You made the best BLTs in the whole world. I know they couldn’t have been that special ingredient-wiseContinue reading “To Grandma”
Grandma Dixie.
Grandparents are special, aren’t they? I’m seeing the early stages of this with my parents and my brother’s little ones. The relationship seems to be one of mutual delight and adoration and I couldn’t love it more. I was soo lucky to have that relationship with my grandma for 33 years. Delight and adoration, andContinue reading “Grandma Dixie.”
beth of fresh air 