The Music of My Grief

I really don’t like YouTube’s algorithms. The reasons behind that are many and, to be honest, they really have nothing to do with today’s thoughts. But, as I type that, I can’t help but think they actually might. Stay with me here for a minute….

TJ and Jessica standing next to each other. They are both wearing navy sweatshirts with logos on the left side. TJ has short blond hair. Jessica has darker blond hair that's pulled back into a pony tail

An Unexpected Gift

Yesterday after work I was wandering through Publix grabbing Dad’s groceries and was just about to check out when I heard a rather quiet voice behind me say “Mr. Roger?”. I turned around to see Jessica, one of T.J.’s former girlfriends, and a close friend of the family …

Layers of puzzles. The top layer is light turquoise. Some of the pieces are missing so you can see down to the layers below

The Pieces That Remain

I’m sitting here in my younger son’s dining room, catching up on some time and attendance entries from the past week, that I put off ‘til it was almost too late, by the light of the full-size Christmas tree and the toddler-sized tree beside it.

Christmas Soul Savagery

December 23rd was a reminder for me. It was a reminder that there are still wounds covered with bandages that I’ve ignored too long. Bandages that, when removed unexpectedly, reopen the painful wounds of memories buried just below the surface. My emotional bandage was ripped off unexpectedly by an unsuspecting innocent bystander asking a simple […]

Sometimes you have to ignore the weather forecast

My professional life has been spent fixing things or helping other people figure out how to fix things. I’m a machinist, tooling designer and occasional interpreter between mechanics and engineers. My job is to lead a small team taking theoretical repair schemes and making them reality. I thought I had a pretty good handle on processing grief after losing my mom in 2003. I was wrong. Suddenly losing my son in 2020 rocked my reality in ways I never could have imagined.

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