I have struggled to write for some time now. I do not know why really, because every time that I do, it feels like I have exhaled. I makes me feel ok. Writing makes me feel like he hears me, ...
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Maybe we don't talk about the dark days enough. Maybe we don't write about them enough. That early grief, that raw mourning. Maybe once we begin to move forward through our grief journey and time passes, we simply just don't ...
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When we buried Todd, I longed to sleep at his gravesite. I actually took my sleeping bag to the service and was nearly asleep next to his mound of dirt when Todd’s best friend roused me and escorted me away ...
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