thank you Mr Busch…

What just does not make any sense to me: is how my mind will try and regulate my feelings based on some ill-conceived logic. Sure the psychology textbooks will parrot out that it’s a coping mechanism all designed to protect my ego blah, blah, blah… Is it really that helpful to disregard feelings of loss due to some bogus self-protection concept that there is some hierarchical response to grief? I have tried largely to ignore my emotional response to the death of my best friend’s father based on the notion that he wasn’t my Dad, that I hadn’t seen him … Continue reading thank you Mr Busch…

Only thirteen years…

I do, I do, I do. No, I am not bursting into ABBA (although I have been known to do so). These are the two little words I said to my best friend thirteen years ago today. It is this July that I will have known him half of my life. Twenty years is a long time to know a person. There’s that joke (I have never found funny)- usually told by a man that has had a very good woman do everything for him “Thirteen years- you’d get less for armed robbery” Then he bursts into a laugh so … Continue reading Only thirteen years…