The Risk of Love is the Despair of Loss
Sometimes I visit the places we were all together. I retrace the footsteps and breathe the memories. I can still…
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Sometimes I visit the places we were all together. I retrace the footsteps and breathe the memories. I can still…
Continue ReadingIt hits me at the most random times, like now, as I sip my coffee and watch the kids play…
Continue ReadingIt’s been a long time, Grief Chair, since I have visited you. Oh, how I miss you! I walk buy…
Continue ReadingIt was the first day of November. Dad was on a gurney—heavily medicated—and on his way to the nursing home.…
Continue ReadingRight now I should be in full nesting mode. I should have swollen ankles. I should be eating nightly ice…
Continue ReadingIt was the perfect summer evening in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. We were dining al fresco. A cool wind was blowing…
Continue ReadingPregnancy isn’t easy. While it may be exciting and blissful for some, that pregnancy “glow” fades for those of us…
Continue ReadingI’m the friend with the dead mom. I’m the one in the group who doesn’t have new memories to share…
Continue ReadingOne day it would be the last time I was going to see her and I didn’t even know it.…
Continue ReadingDad, Today marks nine years since the day you passed away. Not a day goes by that I don’t think…
Continue ReadingTo everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, And a time…
Continue ReadingMom, No one told me it would be the last time I saw you or spoke with you. I wasn't…
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