It is furiously windy today, and I have this poem (which I included in The Grief Handbook, and said at my mom’s cremation) running through my head on repeat…
Two years tomorrow since she died. I am feeling largely peaceful, though I sense a wave of sadness building in the background. That’s fine – it is what it is. One day at a time…
The day before the anniversary…
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