walking alongside a grieving person (personal experience)

This is a realization I came to halfway through writing my previous post, but I feel like it deserved its own spot. The weekend before grandpa died I went through a 16 hour training on what it looked like to walk alongside people who are grieving (for my internship). Safe to say I learned A…

grief feels so much like fear

It’s been three days since grandpa slipped out the door. My heart has been seeping in this grief for three days, but it feels like it has been weeks. Grief is tiresome. It feels like I’m physically sick. I feel unrested, sluggish… sometimes I wake up with a headache and other times it feels like…

I am poem… for Grandpa

I wonder if you know what you left behind. I hear the sound of my mother crying. I see my family hunched over his body, wailing. I want to do the same. But the tears won’t come.   I pretend that I’ve got it all together. I feel like I’m about to burst. I touch the box of memories I am…