mourning

So you’ve lost a parent at that weird stage in your life. You’re not a child, but you still live at home. The state won’t care for you, but you haven’t got a career or your own spouse or family to care for you either. Any sentiments you get…

It was a typically mild day when I arose from an unusually deep slumber. Not especially warm, or cold. Steps of a usual morning routine followed one after another, stretch, yawn, crack a few joints that shouldn’t audibly crack, check my…