Tag: fear

New eyes, new landscapes, new freedom

Two years and eight-plus months out from GR’s death. Thirty-one years and six months out from my dad’s. Where does that put me today? Well, for one, I’m ready to move forward from being Brooke, the daughter of a man who died when she was 10 years old and also, Brooke, the wife of a …

On death, my greatest life teacher

It’s been over a year and two months since the day GR died. I think I’ve said it before, but I feel like I’ve lived about 10 lives since then. Often—and on the same day—I feel both 140 and four years old. Old as hell and like I’ve just been reborn. I know people…friends…in the …