Death and Snipers
"Everyone I love must die!" shouted my 3 year old, wielding a butter knife. This memory is sealed in my mind. It was so random and funny. What's random and not funny, is how I have unexpectedly lost so many people in the past 12 months. I was soul deep in mourning. But grief is weird. It comes and goes, and it changes you. I bought a viola. I went back to university. I made new friends. I started writing music again. I went from "someday" to "now." My grief is on the mend, as much as grief can be mended. I have more amusing stories and pontifications to share here soon. So. Let me tell you about the night I escaped death. The other night, I went to bed with the curtains not quite closed and woke up in the middle of the night and saw a red laser dot on my arm. It was coming from a window across the street and I don't know why the neighbours were doing that, but it was a creepy AF way to wake up. I was too tired to get up and
