This wasn’t the year I planned. This wasn’t how things were supposed to unfold. This wasn’t in the script. 12 months ago as I prepared to change the calendar, it
I may not know you, but I know where you are. I’ve been in that place, the place where you’re standing this very second, or the one you may not have
It’s the year anniversary of Day 1 in the Grief Valley. I really thought today would feel different. A year ago today, my father spent his 70th birthday departing on
Death is a collision; the most violent, invasive, brutal impact the heart can ever encounter. It’s a savage, jarring, soul-wallop, that doesn’t just injure you, it alters you; permanently. Anyone who has lost someone
This wasn’t the year I planned. This wasn’t how things were supposed to unfold. This wasn’t in the script. 12 months ago as I prepared to change the calendar, it
I may not know you, but I know where you are. I’ve been in that place, the place where you’re standing this very second, or the one you may not have
It’s the year anniversary of Day 1 in the Grief Valley. I really thought today would feel different. A year ago today, my father spent his 70th birthday departing on
Death is a collision; the most violent, invasive, brutal impact the heart can ever encounter. It’s a savage, jarring, soul-wallop, that doesn’t just injure you, it alters you; permanently. Anyone who has lost someone