Writing has been the balm within my grief. The place where I feel it, look at it, and transmute it into words. My wish is that these lines help you feel seen in your grief too.
I am here with you, in this.
What you call being strong, I call being in shock.
What you call inspirational, I call survival.
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Three-and-a-half years ago my life fell apart. It opened up at the seams and my insides were...
How strange.
How strange to go through a trauma, pack a life into some boxes, drive and drive,...
You figure out slowly, how to balance living here, with being forever connected to there.
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On Christmas, it will have been twenty-one months since you left.
We held hands in the darkness...
It’s not the pharmacy that I usually go to. But I take a different route home and find...
I met Bri when I was twenty-seven and I fell for him hard. We loved each other like crazy, we...
Since my Brian died nine months ago, my mother has asked me a few times what...
My love, Brian, was an excellent driver. I mean, really excellent. When I met him, I...
Here’s the elephant in the room that makes widowhood different from other types of grief:...
Bri, you made everything fun. Do you remember that when you were dying, you asked me how we could...
It has been a week of intimately getting to know the bricks and mortar of grief.
My daughter has...
