The red coat she wore on the last day of her life is still in the closet. And her jackets and dresses. Her shoes and boots. Her blouses and other garments are in the chest of drawers.
Spiritual comfort for the bereaved, 80-proof guaranteed
Alcohol is god’s gift to the inconsolable. If I may steal from an old joke: When people ask me if I have a drinking problem, I say, “No, I pretty well got it down.”
Wild party on County Road 9
You try to get through the death of your wife. You got through the death of two brothers and your son. Why is it so hard to get through the death of your wife?
Thus spake the inner self
My immediate impulse was to tell my inner self to go fuck itself, but I poured myself another brandy and thought more upon it.