But for the first time today, I feel too tired to do that. I am tired of processing, taking punches left and right from the grief monster.
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...
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