Hey Pop! Wow, it’s been 15 years now, can you believe it? 15 years today since you were so cruelly stolen, but I was okay with it then, and I guess I’m still okay with it now. 15 years and a day since I sat in the left hand side back passenger seat of our red Volvo after school and they told me that the doctor said you would never get better, but that you weren’t going to die any time soon.  I guess those doctors were wrong, huh?  Now that I’m older, I realise there was no way they … Continue reading An Inkwell of Tears, A Quill of Pain