22
It is January and the sky is a vibrant blue today. Not something we often see here in Oregon in the dead of winter. There is a cold wind blowing the clouds and rain away, rain that would remind me of that day 22 years ago when I said goodbye.
I don’t want to always feel sad on this day, and yet I do. I feel sad that as I watch my girl play he’s not there to chase her around the house or terrify her with stories of bugs and wild animals, as he used to do with my… Continue reading
Memories on a Map
The highway dips under a train track. For as long as I can remember the sensation of that sudden downward movement made my stomach flip every time we drove that way. The low bridge sign always made my minds eye envision a truck getting wedged under the bridge. Up the road there are raised strips on the pavement to let you know you are getting close to a 4 way stop sign. In summer it was always shady, thanks to oak trees and pine trees filtering the light.
Then there is the hill that runs through the center of town. … Continue reading
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