Joyce Hicks Rothdram
Granny spit blood into her Kleenex, sipped her watered down Scotch on the rocks, and tried to take a drag off her cigarette. She coughed up bloody phlem, and these were her final words to me:
Read moreGranny spit blood into her Kleenex, sipped her watered down Scotch on the rocks, and tried to take a drag off her cigarette. She coughed up bloody phlem, and these were her final words to me:
Read more“I love you, too, Jason. I always have.”
Her final words to me were, “I love you, Magik. I believe God brought you into our lives for a reason.”
My father’s final words to me were:
Read moreDale “Coach” Glenn Ketelson Obituary: 2014
Read moreI copied this from the internet.
Read moreNot long after the pandemic shut down the world, Aunt Janice called and I answered my iPhone.
“Hi, Aunt Janice,” I said into the void. “I’m happy to see that it was you, calling.”
“Jason, I’m so hurt by you!”
Read moreI have no idea about many things, and I rarely know why I do the things I do.
I’d love to collaborate on a final chapter to a memoir I’m working on; it’s a work in progress, and I’d like the final chapter to be a bit ambiguous, to leave them wanting more, and to point towards a bigger picture.
I love you; and wish you happiness.
Peace,
Jason Ian Partin
Read moreThose who hope in the Lord
Isaiah 40:31
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
Read moreWith Great Power comes Great Responsibility.
Uncle Ben