Oh my God. It’s starting now. I’m starting to miss you Dan.
It has been almost a year and a half since I last wrote on this blog. In my mind, this blog was complete. And yet, there was a lack of finality to it. Grief has no finality, though it does have evolution and change, while this blog does have finality simply because...
On the eve of your death I am watching town fireworks the day after the fourth of July. I am overwhelmed by the crowd of families around us on blankets with glo-sticks and cotton candy as we wait for darkness in the still, hot, summer air. There is a Korean...
This is the third time. It is brutal.I haven't felt it helpful or complex enough to say, "It's not fair; it's just not fair," in the past three years. But on this day, I think those words a lot. Unless your young child has lost a parent, you cannot imagine...
Dear Julia,
Seren and I cannot truly imagine what you feel. I am reminded that the best thing Job's friends did was to sit silently with him and simply let him know that they were there. Seren and I pray for you and Audrey every day. We are here, quietly.
love,
seren & greg