Every night in my kitchen my throat catches and my eyes water. Every night this happens when I talk to my dad and he asks
Category: Grief
Tears in the Cranberry Sauce
George Winston’s December has been one of my seasonal favorites for years. The album, which starts slow and contemplative is a perfect opening to the
Constant Companions
In spite of a friend’s deep suffering, the death of an elder neighbor, a loved one’s diagnosis of an advanced cancer, life rolls on straight
For Two Friends Who Grieve
Among those college friends with whom I stayed up all night, took spontaneous road trips, and wondered about all that the future would bring are