Betwixt and Between
You know Tim, writing to you is not as easy as writing to Mom. With you, it’s this tumbling, crumbling, sadness, intermingled with happy smiles of recall, sprinkled with silence and passion. With you, it’s a entangled ball of twine that I everyday am struggling to make sense of. Life with you was a mystery wrapped up in an enigma. To be honest, I’d probably … Continue reading Betwixt and Between