Her memory, not mine

There are choices and then there are no choices…

The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol

I am trying to keep most of what I write on this blog light. But I was cop for awhile. Things will get a little dark. 

“Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.”- Richard Kadrey

I was sitting in my patrol car at intersection waiting for the light. The day was slow and hot and the light took it’s time. Everyone had their windows rolled up and their air conditioners blasting. I looked across at the car facing me in the opposite lane. At first I thought the woman was singing out loud to music and keeping rhythm with her hands. But then I saw the blood on her hands. A lot of blood. She wasn’t singing at all. She was screaming and hitting her hands on the steering wheel.

She needed emergency help but she wouldn’t run…

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Things I Overheard While Talking to Myself #3 (loud cars, crazy birds, and oh my God put the milk away already!)

I'm gonna slash his tires one day.  I am so not kidding, maybe. I think, because I was a cop, I am especially sensitive to people being stupid with their cars. Parking in handicap spaces when you aren't supposed to, intentionally making your car louder than it should be, and simply not knowing how to... Continue Reading →

The Obituary

Missing my mom…

The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol

My mother died on a Wednesday in September almost 13 years ago at the age of 66. Lauren, my youngest, was almost 6 years old at the time . They were very close. Lauren actually reminds me of mom a lot. They both shared a kindness towards people in need that I think is rare. But beyond that, they both empathize with people deeply. I can see a person hurting and in need and help them, mom and Lauren felt what they felt. They hurt when other people hurt. They are affected by other people’s pain immediately and, sometimes, damaged by it.

Mom had been sick for weeks before her death. We knew it was serious. I had talked to Lauren about it but I knew she didn’t understand. I wasn’t to sure I did either. I was so not interested in a world without my mom. I felt like…

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