Tomorrow is the day my wife dies. It won’t be an expected death, nor is it one that she deserves. What will happen, is a simple, random act with no meaning beyond fate’s command. We’ll be out walking, holding hands as we’re heading home from a long day at work. …
I died for the first time on the 18th of August, 2006. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant death, nor was it one that I expected. It was simply the random act of violence that destroyed my life… and it came out of nowhere. We were just relaxing at the pub, …
Every year since my son Lucas turned 10, he, my wife Jennet, and I have taken a week-long vacation in Vermont. Years ago, my wife’s father left her a small cottage by a lake I had never heard of, in a town I had also never heard of up to …
