Grief

Grief…

It shows itself in many ways. My grief comes in waves and creates words that demand to flow from my fingertips. When my son died December 28, 2017, I knew I would write. I always write. Sadness swells up in me and I must write. Sometimes I write because if I didn’t, I would surely explode. Other times I write because of the outside chance that the way I talk about my life, may help another person deal with theirs, or at least not feel so alone.

I have decided to share my writings with a larger audience, hence this blog.