Tuesday was World Suicide Prevention Day. All this week, I’ve thought about him. How his life mattered to me. How his death forever changed me. I kept his memory close this week not sure I could find the words to say that I hadn’t said already. And then I talked to my mom this morning and…
death
On Loss and Grief
Loss and grief are colossal mind games. That’s the nicest way to put that and certainly not the phrase in my head right now when trying to describe just where my head has been for the past week or two. I consider myself a pretty intellectual, rational person, so I’ve been kind of caught off…
In Memoriam
My daddy died on Tuesday night. Peacefully. Surrounded by his children. I held his hand as he passed. I was not a Daddy’s girl. Far from it. But I loved my dad. And I know that he loved me. He didn’t have to be my dad. He met and married the woman who came with…