Tag Archives: Ryan

10 Years

Man, 10 years.
That’s calendar time, though a year or two is missing from my recollection.
Missing, but filled by a dull ache.
A couple of things:
You were not as bad a dumbass as I thought;
I’ m not as evil a stepfather as you may have thought.

I wish we could talk over a beer,
and head to the pool [...]

Eight years, going on Forever

November 8, 1997; a Saturday, perfect for sleeping in. A ringing phone at 5:30 AM put an end to that notion. I could tell from the expression on my wife’s face that this was not good news; I convinced myself that her father, who had been in declining health, had passed away. Listening [...]