This is my response to the Writing 101 assignment number four, Serially Lost. We buried my father, Charles, in December 2014. The viewing was the hardest part. It was bad enough seeing dad lying in his hospital bed after he passed away. It was worse seeing him in his coffin. He was always a larger-than-life …
Dealing With Stuff
I haven't quite been myself lately. I laugh, but not from the gut. I cry, but not so much that I get lost in it and can't stop. Eating, now that's been out of control. I recently lost thirty pounds in six months. Well, seventeen of them came back over the past ninety days. I …