As we venture into month three of slowing down, go with kindness. There’s a story behind every door of every home grappling with how to handle this next chapter of uncertainty.
Tag: grief
You Didn’t Die
Your pictures are hung on her walls. Memorials, and poems, and paintings, and drawings, and all that I see is you in her home. And in his home. And their home. And that arena. I didn’t know you, and I couldn’t have known you, you were gone before I knew him and them and I…