A fatherless Father’s Day

The last few days when out and about in the world, I couldn’t help but notice all the Father’s Day merchandise displays, cards, and gifts slinking their way out of storage rooms at, it seems, every single store in town. Each card, each display smashed into the glass cocoon of denial I’ve built around myself. …

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Dream

Last night I had a Brandon dream. They’re so rare, so infrequent. The exact events of the dream are foggy at this point, but what I remember is Brandon was suddenly back, alive, breathing, and talking. It was like he went away on a long trip somewhere far, far away and had no access or …

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