I saw a black dog.

S Journal Entry

25 January 2004

I remember being so surprised that Nana had had a job at one point. And I remember being so proud learning Nana Mc had worked for Myers Department Store for years. I remember her telling me once that Pop had come home from work and asked “How was your day?” she told me she said; “Jack, today I saw a postman and a black dog, tomorrow I’m getting a job.”


Now with knowledge and hindsight I wonder if my grandmother saw an actual black dog or if she was referencing depression. I’ll never know. I know for a fact that throughout our bloodline there is a crippling inability to ask for help, share emotions or to be honestly open with each other, and I wonder just how many of our bloodline suffered depression.

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