A menagerie of words.
Everyone deals with grief in their own unique way. It’s part of what makes us human: we all must forge our own paths, and no two will be the same. Trial and error. We don’t have a definitive manual on how to live. We do the best we can. As for grief, you can’t ever…
(Photo credit: My SIL, since I never seem to have any photos of myself!) When you are in the throes of a deep, gnarled grief that stabs and slices and shreds, a relentless grief that wants to disembowel, your life becomes consumed with the important job of trying to survive. Pain is your new toxic…
Yesterday would have been my 8th wedding anniversary, and just over 10 years together. We got married on the same day as my grandparents. I thought their almost sixty years of union would have been good luck. Nope. At least not for me. Not long before Kenneth passed away, I teased him about our upcoming…
Dear Kenneth, When you died, I didn’t know how I was going to survive a single day without you. And now, 365 days later, we are remembering the one year anniversary of your passing on that fateful spring morning. The year has been both tediously long and achingly short. Somehow I am still standing. Today…
