I’m standing about knee deep in the ocean, and the waves are strong. I’m doing what I can to find purchase in the sand, gripping with my toes, to help … Continue reading Waves and tides.
Tag: grief
Of blessed memory.
My grandmother would have turned 83 today. I think this is the first time in a very long time that I feel more blessed by her memory than sad that … Continue reading Of blessed memory.
Happy and haunted.
My father died 15 years ago. I was 18. I am in contact with exceedingly few people these days who knew him. Even then, that contact is sparse (no judgment, … Continue reading Happy and haunted.
Grieving sunshine.
Sometimes in life you’ll encounter an individual who makes your whole world brighter just because they’ve come into it. Some people are pure sunshine. I’m fortunate to have met a … Continue reading Grieving sunshine.
Journeys in the Dark 