Inspired by Rupi and her word works of art, I attempt to wash grief dry.
In between random bouts of crying and catching myself staring off into the distance, I haven’t been able to shake the funk Grandma’s death has left on me. The overpowering need to cry is paralyzing sometimes and the emotions are too raw. This isn’t my first death, but it is the first death that’s affectedContinue reading “Grieving Death Feels Paralyzing”
After 10 weeks in the hospital with a short stint in a rehab center to retrain Grandma on how to use her knee, the bacterial infection has come back with a vengeance (for the fourth time) and this time will take her leg.
A story to help heal my wounded Saturday.