Peace kisses the mountains


  Memorial Two is coming up, to put the rest of Kevin to rest, high in a mountain like the Indian natives there, to rest in the dust with many who fought, lived and died on that mountain. On hidden cannonballs, on green places which now cover the blood of 40,000 men. I hope each ashy spec raises…

Bless the broken road


As I watch Kevin sleep and sleep, oxygen going, in our dining room. He wakes easily, but then quickly drifts to sleep. I kiss him. I ask him, “Who loves you?” and he says, “You do.” and I tell him he is surrounded by love – with children, friends and family. I say,  “everyone loves…

A really bad car


My son is driving my grandmother’s car. It is a thing of pride and accomplishment, in spite of its looks. I bought it from my grandfather in 2007. A luxurious, pearl-colored Ford Lincoln with white leather seats, it was so expensive the dealership photographed my grandparents in front of the car when they bought it.…

Home sweet home


5 days in the hospital – most of them just boring We’re home now from hospital stay #2. Five days this time, which began from a massively low (3.4, then 4.0) hemoglobin count. So low, that as he stepped from the car to the oncology office’s door, Kevin collapsed on the pavement. I and two…