Observations revisited
I am repeatedly surprised at how raw my grief is. I have no gauge by which to measure it. I talk with other parents who have experienced a loss. We do not compare our feelings as such but we do...
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The days pile up one by one standing waiting to be recognized for their significance and what they mark in our memory. Every day becomes a memorial day. It is unintentional. The national holidays, the...
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Spring has come dusting everything yellow with pollen. The mountains are covered in subtle shades of green. Flowers are blooming. The early morning is filled with the voices of birds mocking each...
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