Otherworld Gates
This is a story four years in the writing. I've written things, factually, about losing Dad before. This blog in fact seems to be more of a storage place for writing about my grief. But every summer around his birthday in August, since he died, I have been writing a few pages at a time. It starts when I was wide awake, yet again, in the heat of a summer night, wondering what to do with my racing brain. And so this story was born. I am sharing it now it has finished, because I
