Sometimes I Forget That He's Gone
Reflections on the daily forgetting and remembering that my father is gone.
Reflections on the daily forgetting and remembering that my father is gone.
You don't panic because panicking is only for people with panic appointments.
You are cordially invited to my Panic Appointment. Bring a plus-one. Panic loves company! That's how the saying goes, right? RIGHT!?
Oh, the agony! How my soul yearns to share the tales that dance within the depths of my mind!
Because bones are a girl's best friend. Obviously.