Grief is unpredictable. And seemingly timeless.
Tag: week
Something to Brighten Your Day #2
So grateful to have been able to breathe easily. Hope this gives you some peace, as well.
Dear March
You will become what you deserve, my friend.
A Sunny Day
Last week I cried on the phone and said “every day I wake up and lose. I go downstairs and I lose. I get out of bed and I lose. Everything I do, I lose, lose, lose.” Well Evee, every day you wake up and win. You stretch in the morning to the sound of the birds and chatter, and you’ve won. You get out of bed by 9, and you’ve won.