Finding Daffy

The night we came home from the hospital, I slid into my neighbor’s car, and she drove us to a shopping plaza, where we parked beneath a crabapple tree.  Up the small hill opposite us, cars drove by, their headlights giving shape to a white Greek Orthodox Church.  I told my neighbor that I wouldContinue reading “Finding Daffy”

Any Time and Every Time

For a few weeks, I had noticed those moments where I believed that Danith and I would be okay.  Our children have passed, and although we are broken, we will live on.  We will go to work, we will do our best at leaving a positive imprint from the steps we take, and we will countContinue reading “Any Time and Every Time”

My Children Are Searching

It must be after midnight.  The cars that normally rev by the house are few and far between now, and the only sound nearby is that from Danith, his breaths deep and long.  I think I heard a coworker say something about there being a full moon tonight (that was the reason for the internet serverContinue reading “My Children Are Searching”