Goodreads' Synopsis: The "death home" gave my son a really nice funeral, the kind I'd never wished to attend. When they tried closing his casket, I nearly fell on my face, not wanting them to shut the lid on my baby.
We lost it after that, totally cemented in our grief. Cade got into drugs, joined a rock and roll band, and even grew out his damn hair. At the time, I was sick of "the oatmeal option" (the only food we had), so I kicked Cade out of the house, and started modeling and working as a diesel mechanic. That was how I met Earl, an old man and unlikely best friend; the "big sag," a middle aged woman who still flashed folks; my neighbor, the stripper next door, and "The Cowboy," a man who fell in love with me.
It was slow at first, but Cade reverted back to the man I'd busked with years before. It wasn't until I killed a rogue skunk, and my daughter nearly choked on a fry, that I gave
This is my (very raw and very personal) contribution....originally written October 2009, shortly after my father passed away.
Places I Cannot Reach
On Thursday, October 15, 2009 at about 7:20PM, I held onto my father's arm as his soul left this earth. To say I was unprepared for this event, the most difficult experience of my life so far, is quite an understatement.