Category: grief
two months
Yesterday marked two months since my mom’s death. The vastness that stretches between that day and this one is insurmountable and impossible to articulate. It is a space too large to be filled with my sadness, with the shattered bits of my broken heart and the broken hearts of my sisters. Going for two days …
quitting smoking and trying to post
holy smokes
grieving on a jet plane
Grieving is such challenging work. Tomorrow marks six weeks since we buried our mother. I can feel some people groaning, shifting uncomfortably at that. So you’re still having feelings about that? Do we have to talk about it? Yes. Yes, we do. Or at least *I* do. Because it’s not over. There is no such …