Category Archives: The Cold Embrace of Death
Kyklos
Grammy died on Mardi Gras. She was the center of the party right to the end. Even on the last night, she held on while her family gathered around her laughing and joking. When the party was over and people … Continue reading
Fallen
No, no. Just a little bandage is all I’ll be needin’ And a few minutes off my feet. Me brogans are killin’ me. — Buster Kilrain, “Gettysburg” I dunno if a very real descendant of Protestant Huguenots would appreciate being … Continue reading
Gone
I am running out of family. Dad grew up in household of six: Mom, Dad, four kids. There are only three left now. Mom grew up in a household of eight: Mom, Dad, six kids. There are only five left … Continue reading