It has almost been 3 months since my son’s passing. Still processing. I find myself analyzing myself a lot. Wondering if I am doing it correctly. As in, am I sad enough? I should be more sad, I should be curled up on the couch or in my bed. Not eating. Not wanting to participate … More Dance
The thought of disposing the body of your child, or a loved one that is not your child. Is a process that cleaves you right down the middle of your being. On one hand, you just do not want to do it. The last visage of their face, their smile, the way their eyes flashed … More Signs
small child big bed lost in a room lost in her head The gray of her days by a rectangle window gave slight to light and tossed the lines haphazard and tangled. There came a knocking a pounding thrice times in the days shook the frame of her mind until crazy with fright! surrender surrender … More Bang
INTO THIS DEEP 