A Very Bad Time

Dear Readers, What am I going to do about this time? Beau died four weeks ago today, a Monday at 6:30 a.m. As if Monday mornings weren’t tough in general, I now wake up and feel sick. This morning, I forgot for a few minutes, yet I still felt awful. My body knew even when…

The Definition of a Southern Gentleman

A gentleman is one who puts more into the world than he takes out. —George Bernard Shaw Dear Genteel Readers, Since my father’s death (a phrase I still find staggering), I have received wonderful kind cards from people I don’t even know. Many, many of them say the same thing: Your father was a true…

How Do I Feel?

Dear Readers, Since Beau died, people regularly ask how I am doing. It’s a good question, and one that I would like to answer, but I have no idea how I feel. The truth may be, and I haven’t figured this out until now, that I feel dead too. In some ways my grief feels…