Just reposting this story about Pop from my Holes In The Foam Blog, on the anniversary of his death.
memories
Remembering 7/7 – London…
Five years since the London bombings, and I remember being in London just before and after it happened as if it was yesterday.
Figured this was a good time to bring my post from that day out of the archives. Dedicated to all my London friends who deal with the memory every day.
Return to Mexico…
Arriving at the dock at Isla Mujeres... *gulp*
It was inevitable. It was bound to happen sometime. Though I had been able to successfully dodge the subject for over five years, it finally happened. I got pulled back to Mexico. Not only was I slickly cajoled to Mexico. A place that until now showed up as just as one big black, non-existent spot on the map of my “world” as I saw it. No, on top of that I was called to a specific place there that shows up on that black hole on my map as my undisputed “epicenter of pain and sadness”. That would be… Isla Mujeres. (more…)
Memories of Mom…
Today marks the three-year anniversary since losing my mom. I’ve been trying to make sense of my thoughts about it over the past few days, and I find myself being confused about them. I think a it has a lot to do with the turbulent relationship I’d had with her over the course of my life. But in keeping in sync with funny thoughts and memories like I mostly have in regards to Pop, I find that there is still plenty to laugh about in regards to Mom. I’m focusing on that. Stay tuned.
Maybe Tomorrow…
It’s been a few days now since the world was hit with news of the death of Michael Jackson. The sad if rather unsurprising story has all the sordid elements that have played roles in the untimely deaths of so many other entertainment legends. Elvis, Jim Morrison, Marilyn Monroe, Kurt Cobain, Judy Garland, John Belushi, Chris Farley, the list goes on and on…
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