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“Have you eaten?”
My grandma is dying. In truth, she’s been dying for years now, my months punctuated with hospital scares and
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This is the fourth year since your son died
This is the fourth year since your son died.
You wonder where the time has gone, and wonder if it’d be cliche to say it sometimes still feels like yesterday.
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Letters to the Forgotten Ones I Still Love
I suppose normally now would be the moment to place some epilogue of good feeling, of how I see the way God is working, how I’m sure it will all make sense one day, of the good that has come from it. But I do not, and I don’t know why, and in truth, no “why” could ever excuse or justify the pain.
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Tracing Your Shadow through Shifting Leaves
“Your father is sick, so we must leave you sometimes,” Mommy says. Grandma cries below the stairs when she thinks I am asleep.
I clutch a photo of them when I miss them, and I pray God would spare him, that we might share in more, all the seasons of life together.
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I didn't want to be an author
I write not just for the boy taken too early from this world, but for the little girl who grew up too scared to speak her truth.
I write because I now know stories can light up the Shadow and save a life—two lives.
But one is enough.
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What They Don't Tell You About the Third Year After Losing Someone
What they don’t tell you about the third year after loss:
In some ways, it’s harder than the first, maybe even the second.
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In the Absence of a Lost Love, Will an Echo Do?
In 2013, Black Mirror released an episode in which a widow utilises technology allowing her to communicate with an AI imitation of her late husband, called Be Right Back. Eleven years since then, we now face a very real possibility of this technology coming to fruition.
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Fractured Perspectives on Loss
Your death became the lens through which I viewed the world: cruel and meaningless.
Grief is an invisible threshold. Once you cross over, there's no returning to who you were before.
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Christmas For Those Who Grieve
Christmas is not always a joyous time for everyone, particularly for those of us who are grieving.
I write this letter for you.
I reflect on the way holidays make feelings of grief more acute, and how my family honours those we’ve lost in this time when others seem focused on celebrating.
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Advent, Fog, and Beauty in the Unknown
I don’t know if I noticed the simple beauty of witnessing the first light of day at the time. The fog of grief still shrouded every corner of my mind. This trip was just another attempt to keep it from pulling me under.
I ran toward the rising of the sun.
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To Be Loved Completely
Time is a strange concept. It marches on while parts of me remain firmly planted in the past. It begs the question, who am I, really?
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Making a Home for Grief
I put “heal” in quotations because as grieving people know, it’s a bit of a misnomer; you don’t really heal from grief; it merely evolves as time passes. There’s also never point where you are fully free from it.