
It’s weird that I find myself longing for something to happen that hasn’t happened in over forty years. To just walk, dance and laugh down a hot West Texas sidewalk on a summer afternoon with my best friend.
Illustrations on how I am dealing with my own grief.

It’s weird that I find myself longing for something to happen that hasn’t happened in over forty years. To just walk, dance and laugh down a hot West Texas sidewalk on a summer afternoon with my best friend.

Four months today. January 4 feels miles away and years ago. This time space continuum feels broken. How can four months last a lifetime?

For me it can’t be about not feeling this. There’s no separation between love, loss, joy and sorrow, because one elicits the other. They are like waves, one comes, while the other retreats, sometimes overlapping. I didn’t know there was a name for the feeling of joy and sorrow combined.