It’s been almost five months now (how is that possible?!), and I feel like I’m doing worse than I was before. Well, worse is the wrong word, but there’s been a general shift to a more sad base emotional state. “Base” is the keyword there, because I don’t have any trouble being genuinely happy or excited… Continue reading Sad Wave

Responsibilities are such. a. pain. I for one, am sick of having them. I was responsible for taking care of Eric for THREE years. Granted, he had almost one whole year of being healthy in there – little victories, am I right? But that kind of pressure wears on you! Eric may have lost his… Continue reading Van Andel Institute

Just when I think things are getting easier, I wake up crying (literally five minutes ago) because I had a dream within a dream (think Inception) about Eric. He had the long hair he always wanted (complete with a man-bun),  just like the part hipster he always claimed he wasn’t. We were at my parents… Continue reading Eagles for Eric