It’s so funny how when we go through things in life how we can manage to find the strength to keep going. We keep going through the motions systematically. It’s like a milder version of flight and fight. Something so traumatic, so sensitive, so personal and so fatal can happen in our lives that can make us go idle. I wrote this wondering how I’ve gotten to this point. I look back at numerous occasions that took emotional tolls on my life and I look at where I am and wonder how’d I make it here.
December 28, 2011: Bobby Ray Bell
My parent’s anniversary. I was at home with my sister and her now husband. I’d just finished eating a breakfast he’d prepared for us all. We were obsessively watching Netflix and had just selected a movie. We were settled in the family room when… The phone began to…
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