I write to deal with the never-ending grief since losing my son 16 years ago. I will never forget those words my wife told me when I arrived home; “there was an accident, and Derek didn’t make it.”

I write because I believe I have something important to say, but primarily because I would be a ridiculous mess if I didn’t. Writing is the outlet I need to get my thoughts and feelings out.

On a less serious side, it gives me an excuse for why I spend so much time in front of my monitor.

One last thing, I write because I believe I’m finally getting the hang of this thing called writing.