My Perfect Breakdown


I used to go to my mom and sister’s grave-site somewhat frequently.  As a teenager if I was walking home from school I’d go out of my way to stop by and just sit.  I remember spending time sitting on the grass and slowly watching the weeks pass as the brown dirt return to green grass as time passed.  I even remember stopping by with friends.  I remember going before the headstone… Read More

I was once told the supposed differences between dying slowly from a terminal illness and dying quickly from an unexpected circumstance.  The difference for those whose life has ended, and those who are still living, the ones left behind. When someone dies slowly from a terminal illness it is harder on the actual person who dies but easier on their surrounding family and friends.  A slow death gives the loved ones a… Read More