They say grief comes in waves. And I believe that.
I also think healing comes in waves.
How beautiful.

telling stories through poetry & personal reflections
They say grief comes in waves. And I believe that.
I also think healing comes in waves.
How beautiful.
Fog lifts. Dawn comes. Storms lead the way to spring.
One day, you’ll see the dust.
And it’s no small thing to be able to do the little things again.
Grief doesn’t respect the holidays. Calendars can hold the best & worst of days.
For the many hurting this season. . . be it a due date, death of a friend, loss of dreams, or tragedies you never imagined you’d know, you are not forgotten, you are seen.❤
If 2020 brought you chaos, loss, and heartache, may these words meet you where you are.
How powerful that you can say Happy Holidays and mean it, even if it looks different and harder than you imagined.