Last night I got on the train with a packed backpack and a bag of groceries, and I chose to sit between a dude whose legs were covering half the...
It’s been three years since my dad passed. Always weird, always painful, but it’s interesting how you learn to deal. The fact that it coincides with the French national holiday makes the fireworks a strange moment for me - we watched fireworks as I was organizing his ceremonies.
It DOES get better with time… and then I remember that I miss him and I wish he were here.