Beauty In Grief.

Today is one of my late uncles 3rd anniversary in heaven. He was a constant presence in my life since we worked together. We all miss him and mention him daily at work. It’s also Saint Rita’s Feast day- The Saint of the impossible‚ô• Three years ago, when my first uncle passed away. I asked…

I’ve sat with my grief.

I’ve sat with my grief, watched it morph into denial, anger and then anxiety. I’ve sat with my grief watched the days and dreams fly past me. I’ve sat with my grief and sensed all of my shattered pieces beneath me. I’ve sat with my grief and I could swear I’ve never felt lonelier. I’ve…