The Anatomy of My Grief

That grief that stays with you like sad marrow in your bones— that is different — when the grief is still very real, but it’s lying dormant like a constant heavy burden, sometimes heavier than others, not the active grief, clenching down like a lion’s jaw on your...

“It’s been 10 years.” Thoughts for my sister.

Dear Julie, It’s been 10 years. How can that be? 10 years of life without you. 10 years of this ache in my heart and stinging sensation in my eyes and nose when people speak of loss. When they experience grief, my heart breaks for them, because I still know the...

10 years

10 Years. Written in memory of my older sister, Julie. I last saw you alive and well and 20 years old. We celebrated your birthday that night, but you didn’t turn 21 ’til the next day. We had dinner, I assume it was your homemade favorite. It was our wednesday...