February 18, 2020

* My baby boy would have been 33 today. I still frequently talk to him and find him only slightly less communicative, as he wasn’t much for small talk in life, at least not with his family. He wasn’t that way with friends, though.  It was like he found us comparatively boring, which is odd to me, as I thought we were at least almost interesting. How could anyone who has been to prison be boring? It may sound strange, but he has spoken to me since his death 5 years ago. Maybe that occurred when I was in one of those “thin places” that the ancient Celts observed where there is but scant distance between my mortal world and the immortal world I’ve yet to fully comprehend. I wish I were able to find these places more often so he could talk to me, but my sense is that the harder I try to find them, the less my chance. My wife says that thin places occur when our need to hear collides with our desire to listen, and she’s definitely onto something. I hope you will take a moment to remember Wa...

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