We say pretty words about dead people. There’s something about Death that forces the poet in us to the surface. When we lose someone we love, we suddenly feel free to
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
Losing my father was devastating. It was destination-changing. It was foundation-rattling. It was heart-altering. Yet this profound sense of loss (which is as raw and fresh as in the first few months),
We say pretty words about dead people. There’s something about Death that forces the poet in us to the surface. When we lose someone we love, we suddenly feel free to
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
Losing my father was devastating. It was destination-changing. It was foundation-rattling. It was heart-altering. Yet this profound sense of loss (which is as raw and fresh as in the first few months),