“But I also learned that it’s possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief… lessens. It may not ever go away completely, but after a while it’s not overwhelming.” September 27th was the last day I saw you alive. Well, alive alive. The last day that IContinue reading “Real Moments: The Speed of Time”
Editor’s Note: This was written to be published last year but, alas, it was not. The why is because many things were happening. Many changes, many adjustments, many repressed, many too much. I’ll never force myself through putting something out here on Tales just to do it. So know now that it’s time. I sayContinue reading “Real Moments: Growing On Without You”
730 days without you, at the date. An eerie parallel to your age.
“Are you okay, Cassie? You look a little lost.” These are actual words that someone spoke to me just a few days ago, seemingly out of nowhere. There I was at work, sat at the large conference room table in our team room, hands resting on either side of the track pad on the laptopContinue reading “Real Moments: Lost”
First and foremost, this is for you. Not for them. I don’t need to tell you that I miss you, but I do need to say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry that some days I try not to remember you.
It’s been one whole year since I started Tales of Casstastrophe and look how far we’ve come! From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
I’m well aware that there has been a lull in posts for the last few weeks – but that’s not for lack of things to say, trust me! An explanation by means of a life update felt in order. Apparently the letter ‘G’ has been the flavor of the past few weeks for me. What feltContinue reading “Real Moments: From Gardening to Glasgow to Graduation!”
“What are your plans for after graduation?” Drinking game to how many times college seniors get asked that question in their final semester. A few months back, I shrugged my shoulders and avoided talking about it. My career plans were set almost a year ago: I’ll be moving to North Carolina in July. But as for theContinue reading “Real Moments: Shipping Up to… Ireland!”
Life events are difficult. When I was a kid, an imagination was something I developed to pass the time. As an “adult,” I’m seeing that I might have let it grow beyond the healthy levels for someone my age. I live what is probably close to 65% of my life with my head lost inContinue reading “Real Moments: “To Everything Its Proper Time And Place And Turn.””
In this post I am not going to go on about being a millennial. Or about what it means to grow up in the digital age/information era. I am not going to go on about how adventurous my life is (because letsbereal, I’m munching on chocolates while I write this from my bed). Or why my experiences are theContinue reading “Why Am I Doing This?”