Never have those words felt so ridiculously inadequate as they do lately. When someone drops off the food that continues to nourish us, or takes Audrey for the whole morning to their home where they will care for her and feed her. Or comes over to bathe her at night. Or comes to sleep over so I’m not alone with my grief.
December 17, 2014- A New Blog
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...