He was the best brother I could ever have. Fair and open minded, sensible, compassionate, and downright funny. Saw a therapist for a few sessions. She told me there’s good grief and bad. You mean, crying out to him and asking him to take me with him isn’t considered good?? Continue reading
I am thrilled Oliver is okay, because I couldn’t imagine losing him. He’s just what I need and seeing him happy gladdens my spirits. Continue reading
It’s been four weeks since Henry’s passing. I know I should put it behind me and muddle on, and sometimes I do. But last night… Continue reading
It’s been a week since Henry left us. Exactly one week since that awful day. Now, I think of him running happily, somewhere in the great beyond. A few days after he passed, I learned of the Rainbow Bridge, where … Continue reading
This month has flown by like a crocodile gliding downhill on a skate board. First I started my Improv classes. Then I went down to Austin for my son’s wedding and got all choked up when I stood up to say a few words. Continue reading
