The Year in Review (and What’s Next)

A little more than a year has passed since I moved back home. And just under a year since I started this blog. Many have asked if I’m glad to have started writing again. Meanwhile, I continually berate myself, “Are you glad you chose to move back?”

 

An Only Friend When All Is Lost

Normally I’d dissect my father’s letters and provide a translation or, at least, shed a little perspective. But my latest discovery in his journal does all the talking. My words merely clutter, worthless babble, considering the context and timing of a letter composed shortly before his life ended so tragically. By me writing additional words just for the sake of writing, I will only detract from the loneliness in his voice.