Grief Shows Up Whenever It Wants
My dad has been gone for over a year. The grief has gotten better, as I had been told it…
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My dad has been gone for over a year. The grief has gotten better, as I had been told it…
Continue ReadingThe time was roughly 9:30 p.m. when I walked into room 108 with my overnight bag, pillow in hand, and…
Continue ReadingI often cry when I remember him. It is common for me to tear up when he enters the conversation,…
Continue ReadingA little over a year ago, four girls at Pepperdine—no, four beautiful friends—passed away tragically in a car accident. I…
Continue ReadingDo you believe in signs? I do. I find them everywhere. In the tree my siblings planted at our cabin…
Continue ReadingYou weren’t planned. The surprise of all surprises, to say the least. But this is not how your story was…
Continue ReadingToday, I thought about my dad—just like I do every day. There was nothing special about today. It’s not his…
Continue ReadingIt hit me at the most unexpected time. I was doing laundry, and threw one of my dad’s shirts in…
Continue ReadingAfter my grandmother died, I expected grief to follow some kind of order. Maybe not a checklist, exactly—but something linear.…
Continue ReadingI found my graduation picture in my dad’s wallet. It’s one of the last things I physically have of his…
Continue ReadingThis was the first sacrament without one of my parents. For the last one, my mom was in the throes…
Continue ReadingThe sun is shining when I leave our hotel. My burgundy puffer seems like it will suffice, but the chill…
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