grief
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Where Love Lives.
A lifetime ago, I used to go Caroling with my siblings. One year I made us all scarves to wear. The simple joys of the holidays. Being a creative person, each Christmas I would try and make them all something.… Continue reading
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Mismatched Lives
I will not presume what grief of losing a love one in death is, but I feel like I can articulate the grief felt when leaving a family. It is an odd sense of grief, almost self-inflicted, where you purposefully… Continue reading
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A Willing Witness
“…grateful for your willingness to witness our loss” is part of a sentence I read on Facebook tonight, which struck me as odd that there are two kinds of witnesses. I never thought that there could be willing witnesses… Continue reading