Son and Moon It is my death before my death, my time before my time It is my loss, my grief, my son, my way . . .
Depression afflicts millions directly, and millions more who are relatives or friends of victims. It has been estimated that as many as one in ten Americans will suffer from the illness…which, in its graver, clinical manifestation takes upward of twenty percent of its victims by way of suicide. – William Styron (1990), Darkness Visible: A… Continue reading Rebecca, my friend and confidant
“Hi Dad, it’s me.” “Hi Dee. Heidi!” (laughing) “Hey, Heidi!” (smirking) “Hi, Dad.” “Is this the person with whom I am speaking?” “Yes, Dad.” (laughing) “This is the person with whom you are speaking.” (laughing) “How are you, Deanna Lynn?” “I’m okay, Dad. I wanted to pick up the phone and call you today. There… Continue reading Dad, I miss you