My friend E is dead. She died yesterday and she was only 34 years old. I can’t even begin to process the fact that she leaves behind a 4-yr-old and a newborn born barely 48 hours before her death, let alone the anger that it might have been completely preventable. I’m still in the denial/sobbing … More Sunshine Snuffed
Today marks five years since the 30 hours it took to say goodbye to my paternal grandmother and 15 years since my maternal grandmother died suddenly on a Sunday morning. The cliché goes “time heals all wounds” but it’s just another trite thing we say when we have no words. Grief is not a bell … More 30 Hours + Five Years + Fifteen
While I plan for most of my posts to be more on the “see the lighter side” I felt compelled to share this that I wrote to cope with helping my grandmother die. If the whole point of this endeavor is to be honest and explore why I am exactly who I am, its important to … More 30 Hours
Sleeping on the Diagonal 