2019 Sucked: My Thoughts on Loss, Grief, and Life After
Another cyclegoes by – flurry of activitythenwaitingwaitingI look at the testmy heart bleedslike my body will besoonWere you my one and only, George?3rd time was the charmfor you…I wanta siblingfor youanother childfor me,who will know their storyincludes you.But the tries… Read moreAnother Cycle
It has been a while – weeks (a month?) since I’ve completed a prompt-based writing. I feel my grief so much, but I look at the prompts and the words just don’t want to form. They get stuck in my… Read moreThe Silence, The Trembling
I have several unwritten prompts sitting in my inbox, but I don’t find myself drawn to any of them right now. Instead I find myself thinking about the fact that tomorrow is father’s day in the US. It is (was… Read moreBeing a Bereaved Father on Father’s Day
Today was hard. I spent about 3-4 hours going through boxes and bags of various stuff that I’d hastily packed up from the office when I had to clear the room out so that the flooring could be redone. Some… Read moreStuff
I had our new floor put in today upstairs, in preparation for moving our bedroom upstairs. I spent a little time putting things back on the walls, and putting a few things back in place (though I still have so… Read moreGeorge & Sara’s Table
This week’s prompt has me revisiting something that I wrote about from a different angle earlier this year. In February I wrote about a wish I had for all of us who find ourselves in this darkness of forced change… Read moreRevisiting Caterpillar Goo
When I wake up tomorrow, it will have been 7 months since Sara died. 213 days. Just over a month until her birthday (she’s supposed to be turning 43) and then another month until the anniversary of George’s stillbirth, and… Read moreThe Numbers Game