Death, grieving, Jack, love, memories, reflections, relationships, transformations

this is what the eve of the 2,400th day feels like

Today would have been Jack's 55th birthday. Many years ago—I can't give you a specific number; grief is like that, almost like a magic trick, poof! taking things away while you aren't remembering to notice—I stopped pretending I had any idea what we'd be doing if he were still alive. In fact, I stopped allowing… Continue reading this is what the eve of the 2,400th day feels like

dating, Death, grieving, Jack, love, pain, relationships

on good will hunting, robin williams, and loss & love

I've always loved Good Will Hunting, since it came out, for a multitude of reasons: an identification with the genius misunderstood kid from a blue-collar home who felt no other choice but to hide his talents (albeit in a much more clandestine way then I even had to; I needed only to minimize things in… Continue reading on good will hunting, robin williams, and loss & love