Don’t wait for the eulogy; share the important moments now

  This is me, climbing over a gate, all the way back in 2012. About five minutes after this photo was taken, I walked into an electric fence. I guess it said 'NO FOOTPATH' for good reason. It was taken by my friend Jon. He had invited me for a walk in the woods while … Continue reading Don’t wait for the eulogy; share the important moments now

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Spring, death and the beginnings of madness

Though I had not believed in His existence since my youth of hymns and Sunday school, God began to talk to me, first in a whisper and later, in loud, threatening tones. My father spoke to me, too. Sometimes his presence was invisible, but sometimes I would see him sitting at the end of my bed, seemingly looking straight through me with his eyes, ice blue. It would be the first of many psychoses.