The Mystery (and Madness) of Synchronicity

I had said in the beginning that I wasn’t planning on writing more of these long, drawn-out posts about a specific man.  However, continued unexplainable occurrences have led me to it, and I felt compelled to share what I’ve been experiencing over the past few months.  This blog has to do with the topic of…

The Name of My Affliction

It was something I was used to doing every year – visiting my grandparents’ grave. It was an annual family tradition of ours to each year visit the veterans’ cemetery and have a picnic lunch afterwards. The “afterwards” was always my favorite part, because, although I never wanted to seem disrespectful or uncaring, I felt…