The View from the Hospital Recliner
The time was roughly 9:30 p.m. when I walked into room 108 with my overnight bag, pillow in hand, and…
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The 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,…
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Continue ReadingToday, I thought about my dad—just like I do every day. There was nothing special about today. It’s not his…
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Continue ReadingAfter my grandmother died, I expected grief to follow some kind of order. Maybe not a checklist, exactly—but something linear.…
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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…
Continue ReadingGrief is really hard. You can have days of feeling absolutely fine, then suddenly, it’s the middle of the day…
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