Secrets bond us to others. A secret that only you and one other person in the world know is a bond forged in titanium. To have that secret handed back to you, to carry alone and by yourself, is an impossibility. It just keeps the dead person from ever really dying. I found out that secrets are even stronger than death. They span immortality with grace and ease.
Tag: Mother
My Mother Named Me an Adjective (part I)
I was a Tami. A Tami with a Serene tucked carefully just below the surface. Hiding. Waiting to come out.
I just realized how much I look like my grandfather, who I knew but never knew
How many times in life do we realize we’ve been blind? And is there any way to speed the process up?
