It just occurred to me that today marks one month since the somber, fake-ass 500th day when Allie left us.
In preparation for the New Year and the start of spring, it is tradition for Persians to build fires and jump over them. The act is intended to cleanse oneself of the excess worries, burdens, cares, and days of Kristin of the prior year. In the past, we have fueled this ritual with wood, leaves, old college notes and…
Rest in peace, Michael. You never seemed to find it in life, and in some cases actively pushed it away, but I hope you’re somewhere better.