She Lives Inside Me: Her Love Shines Through
One of my oldest friends from high school sent me a letter recently, sharing a memory of me giving her a hug when she came back to school after her mom had died. I’ve always known that we can’t say the right thing when someone is grieving. I also know that we choose how we show up for others when they are.
The World Keeps Going: Holding the Lantern
The griefs that go unnamed. The crossings no one gathers for. And the absence that is loud.