47: Stuff that Works

Grief, remorse, and regret work on a dimmer switch, not an on-off switch.

61: Being Incognito: Thoughts on Grief, Loss, and Children

I pretend things didn't happen that did. I confuse resiliency with the appearance of strength and cover with bravado. I pretend the losses don't hurt.

34: The Rainy Day

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.

Thoughts on 36: Cleaning Out the Wound by CadConfessional

"Change happens one funeral at a time." At the time we were talking politics. However, in the years since I heard her say that I've come to appreciate this truth.

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