One More Thing
I want to tell my brother one more thing. I loved our childhood–the beach in summer, salty waves and frozen creamsicles. The trampolines, fireflies, road trips and late, balmy nights. Continue reading
I want to tell my brother one more thing. I loved our childhood–the beach in summer, salty waves and frozen creamsicles. The trampolines, fireflies, road trips and late, balmy nights. Continue reading
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 grieving again. This time for someone very close to me who I have loved very much. And the clocks in my house keep ticking, while the fridge keeps humming. Outside the UPS and Fed Ex trucks keep delivering … 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