Month: September 2018

A Decade Ago

A decade ago, my mother sat us down and said she had signed a DNI. A decade ago, I rushed to the hospital to ask my dad if it was true only to find him semi unconscious and untouched by my presence. A decade ago, I paced the halls of an oncology ward, listen to “Life Ain’t Always Beautiful” by Gary Allen at 2 … Read More A Decade Ago