Some might think it’s weird.
The reality is if you search long enough, there is some version of hope.
You could have told me I would survive.
A routine gesture from a friend wanting to help care for a beautiful soul who was nearing the end of her human experience.
The nurses brought us wedding cake and soda.
Stop letting the words, actions, and opinions of others dictate how you grieve.
Dear Jessica, you are not alone!
Everyday. Because she’s not here.
I see you cry. Every single day.
How do you shine with such grace, with such class, with such dignity.
There are days when I am a better person. There are days when I am a worse person.
What exactly does it mean to be a cancer survivor?
I’ve known loss. If you are reading this, chances are you have too, and you can relate to the solitude that follows.
For all those who question why we talk about our late loved ones … this is why.
Yet we do.
A diatribe in defense of my widowed friend who is trying to live again.