My Mother’s Socks
Sometimes I forget you are no longer here with me, with us. Sometimes I start to forget what you smelled like or what lip color you had on the last...
losing a loved one
A Year of Grieving: What I’ve Discovered
Family gatherings were especially hard because her absence was noticeably prominent. The lack of her hand-made cards on birthdays and anniversaries added to the sting and sadness of having to...
Grief: When You Wake Up and Just Can’t. . .
I never realized what a gift that forward trajectory was, until my dad passed away and I had this tricky bedfellow called grief to contend with every day....