My husband Phillip died in a tragic accident. I woke up the next morning, and felt certain that I had been dreaming. With my eyes closed, I slid my hand across to Phil’s side of the bed, and felt the cold sheets where his...
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As a young woman entering into adulthood with lofty goals, sterling ideals, and great hope for the future I could have easily created a long list of my personal beliefs. This list would have included ideas about both the tangible and the intangible; broad...
Over the past decade grief and I have reluctantly become friends. Grief is not the kind of friend I can call in the middle of the night when I am sad, but rather the kind of friend who sits quietly at the end of...