I just can’t do it anymore, watching someone I love deteriorate before my very eyes and lie to himself and the world about the impact his decisions are having on his own mind, body and spirit. I need to create a figurative and literal space between us…
tears
Rites of Passage
Another school year, another athletic season, another annual “well visit”… as we walked back down the decorated hallway, we could hear the loud cries of a tiny baby echoing through the corridor. Another life beginning. Another chance at endless possibilities. Another rite of passage.
