I celebrated the winter solstice last night at the place where
Steve is buried.

I got a new tree. I don't have to string the lights.

Stevie may have been Jewish, but he loved it once placed. He called it our Hanukkah Bush.

Things are hard this year. I keep on & will continue to do so. If not for him but also for me.

#grief #proofoflife #fuckcancer

He enjoyed watching me play video games and occasionally helped me with the trickier puzzles.

I'm trying to channel his voice, but some days are better than others.

Come join, Write Pittsburgh for our next speculative fiction workshop.