Writing has been the balm within my grief. The place where I feel it, look at it, and transmute it into words. My wish is that these lines help you feel seen in your grief too.
I am here with you, in this.
Grievers, let me know if this sounds familiar...
Them: “Let us know if you need...
This memory pops into my mind often:
I’m sitting at my mother-in-law’s kitchen...
I feel out of place since Brian died.
Like I’m on the periphery of life, like I hold a...
Nobody in the pharmacy today knew what I was going through.
But as I walked through those...
It's that time of year again.
Where it all begins to bubble up. The memories of where we...
The early days of loss are wild, aren't they?
Back in my "before", if you'd asked me what...
What you call being strong, I call being in shock.
What you call inspirational, I call survival.
...
Three-and-a-half years ago my life fell apart. It opened up at the seams and my insides were...
How strange.
How strange to go through a trauma, pack a life into some boxes, drive and drive,...
You figure out slowly, how to balance living here, with being forever connected to there.
...
On Christmas, it will have been twenty-one months since you left.
We held hands in the darkness...
It’s not the pharmacy that I usually go to. But I take a different route home and find...
I met Bri when I was twenty-seven and I fell for him hard. We loved each other like crazy, we...
Since my Brian died nine months ago, my mother has asked me a few times what...
My love, Brian, was an excellent driver. I mean, really excellent. When I met him, I...
