My grief didn’t turn me into a superhero. But seeing these people using their grief for good does inspire me.
And here we are, with a whole life in plastic bags.
We would love to know what your true and honest opinions on society and acceptance of loss.
Who has an immunity to loss? Is the loss of one person, a vaccine for the next passing?
I’m a hoarder of moments, desperate to find gold in paper,
Something that I had missed before, like an echoing smile.
I walk in my loving, sweet Danse Macabre,
My fruitless attempt to make “treasure” worthwhile.
Often we thinking of moving forward in our lives carrying the memory of our person with us. But what does remembrance mean to you? How do you carry them forward?
Three Lessons From Three Years of Writing 🤍
December Dirt Thirty-five minutes. That’s how long it took me to bury my dad’s remains after his funeral earlier this month. I don’t know if that’s fast…… Read more “As Told By Tracy”
Cannot wait to read your comments.
Time to prepare for his funeral/memorial service. Time to get his financial affairs in order. And even time to give in to anticipatory grief.