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Tag Archives: Mother
Ah, May – three little letters that knock me to my knees, every single year. I keep telling myself this year will be better, it won’t hit me so hard. I’m always wrong. My Poppa died in May. He died … Continue reading
I glanced down at my hands tonight, while I was typing some notes for my class. I stopped typing. I took a breath. I had seen my hands grow old, seen the wrinkles and creases that weren’t … Continue reading
Every now and again, I ask my mother for help. Actually, I ask for her help on a daily basis – doubting that I will ever fully recover from her death, I find ways to connect with her still. Before … Continue reading