Walking With My Dad This walking stick, whittled out of ash or hickory, belonged to my dad. The surface is shaved perfectly smooth, and I’m sure it took a lot of work to make a perfect walking stick. In a way, I was with him for 1.58 miles this morning to honor him with my […]
Tag: #Grief
Embrace the Silence Silence drowns out any other sounds that could soothe with ordinary, which is no longer, hurled out with familiar routines wrapped in the loss of a loved one. Thoughts are in disarray, stretched to breaking over the fresh impact of loss, familiar routines seem pointless, and a steady bombardment of memories that […]