So many thoughts. And I can’t find a single way to make sense of them all. You’d think I’d have this down pat, having lost so many loved ones to this fucking disease. Fuck cancer. Terry was 29. Was. I can’t believe I’m using his name in the past tense. There’s nothing I can say. … More In Memory…Terry
*Dedicated to my dear cousin Terry who is currently battling Hodgkin’s Lymphoma at the tender age of 29* I despise miserable people. You know the type…. They walk into the office with barely a mumble, hiding behind their black clothing (I wear black all the time, but I wear it happily, not miserably), dragging their … More Miserable? Check Yourself.