grandpa

it helps, i think, to notice how often we are grieving things that did not look like funerals.

To hold space for the stranger I’ll never see again

It’s more of a blue-green. Single cab. Three seats. Manual transmission. The fuel gauge doesn’t work. You have to use the trip odometer, reset it every 200 miles, just in case. 43,628 miles on the vehicle when I got it. The truck is nearly 30 years old. That’s 30 years of history. It sat in my grandpa’s garage before it came to me. 20 years. I... See more

So when I die, which I must do

Could it shine down here with you?

How do you get to know someone you’ll never talk to again?

Ray Bradbury, goddamn https://t.co/YSrim4Whbc