Today marks 18 months since Ramón’s cardiac arrest. For once, that length of time aligns with how long it feels like it’s been. Previously, when these anniversaries have happened, I find myself thinking it feels much shorter or longer than the actual length of time. However, in this case, 18 months seems just right, Goldilocks style. Enough time has passed that it feels like well over a year, but it doesn’t yet feel like it was years (plural) ago. A week ago today, I sent my
Earlier this week I let the dogs out for their nighttime pee in the drizzling rain. My dog Noodle was lollygagging around, so I tried to lure her inside. "Ramón!" I mistakenly shouted in Noodle's direction. As it left my mouth, I realized what I'd done — called my dog by my late husband's name. What?! For a moment I was convinced I was losing it, though I was still mildly entertained. Why did I do that? My best theory is that I've been in the throes of editing my book for the
My name is Drew Dotson, and my life has been anything but perfect, yet it's still perfectly beautiful. After growing up with a genetic disease, cystic fibrosis, I was blessed to meet an amazing man who loved me without bounds. Then he died.