Putting a rubber band around and washing the lock of your hair I asked the funeral director for- it smells like embalming fluid and makes me sick.
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...