When I started reading things about grief after John died, I frequently came across the idea that the second year of grief is more difficult than the first. I scoffed every time I read that. How can the second year be harder? How can any feeling be worse than what I'm feeling right now? Now, … Continue reading Grief: Year Two
I've been really lucky to know three of my grandparents my entire life. My paternal grandma died at the hands of breast cancer when I was a wee babe, so I never really knew her, but her memory has been kept alive in my family in such a way that I feel like I do. … Continue reading International Love
Last year on this day, I had no idea that I had less than two weeks left with John. I had no idea that going to see Lion that evening was the last movie we'd ever see together in theaters. I had no idea that when I looked at him across the table under the … Continue reading Valentine’s Day
About a month after John died, I went to get a haircut - my first in many moons.
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