As I grew into an adult, I worried less about the state of my underwear and more about my ghost outfit.
Tag: death and dying
Tears and Laughter? Yes, please.
I never knew there was so much to organize. Since Rich’s mother passed, we’ve lived by a list that seems to triple each day - a list that has yet to include “breathe” or “process” or even “fall apart.” I have fallen apart. That’s actually not surprising as I’m game to fall apart with a … Continue reading Tears and Laughter? Yes, please.