This story reminds me of how I experience grief. The loss of what was and what could have been with an invitation to keep going. There is life to be lived even though I don't see the way yet and it hurts.
I love this. What I love most is how much I sense when reading this. I can smell the air, it’s like I’m in the room. It’s an experience. Like being invited in to be an invisible participant.
Kind Neighbors
This story reminds me of how I experience grief. The loss of what was and what could have been with an invitation to keep going. There is life to be lived even though I don't see the way yet and it hurts.
I love this. What I love most is how much I sense when reading this. I can smell the air, it’s like I’m in the room. It’s an experience. Like being invited in to be an invisible participant.