Sometimes, I very selfishly think to myself, “you could have fought harder”. It’s a shit-ass thing to think because I know that Djamila was in a lot of pain before she died. The pain consumed her and in the midst of it all, there was really nothing I could do to help. I did my…
Next month, June, it will be a year since DJ got sick, went into the hospital, and never walked out again. My heart aches more than I can ever express but there will never be anything I can do to remove that ache. At the most, the ache will subside, I hope. It’s still raw…
My partner of 10 years died on Friday. On Thursday, during our hospital visit, she had such a good day that I went home thinking about where I would put the hospital bed, what kinds of modifications I would need to make to the bathroom, and whether or not I could find a temporary ramp…
This last week has been the week from hell. But before I get into that, I want to say that I am grateful for so many people in my life. Friends I have never met face to face who inspire me and make me feel better about what’s happening in my part of the world…
