Photo by Skylar Kang from Pexels "I've been sleepwalkingBeen wandering all nightTryna take what's lost and brokeAnd make it right"-From Burning House by Cam This song snuck back into my life last night. In my raw softening sadness it brought tears. I keep replaying it because I need these tears. But I want to say, the sorrow doesn't…
"I want you to go forth into the world with this new information. And I want you to transform the people around you with your joy and vulnerability. I want you to let grief wash over you so that you may be reborn over and over again. I want you to build the canoe to…
Photo by Dương Nhân from Pexels Here is what I know about grief: It is anger. Rage that stabs at my spine and claws my throat. It burrows into my skull. It lurks just there. Just behind. It visits at night, shuffling, dragging brokenness into my bed. And I know what I need to do. I hear it…
I wrote this piece for the funeral service of my dear sister Erin. She passed away suddenly. She was 42 years old. I cannot even comprehend all the ways in which I will miss her.
Dad, There is no good way to start a letter to your dead father. I could say that I miss you. I think of you ever day. I wish you were here. But those truths are so obvious they border on mundane. They are truths that apply to many people and places and moments now…
It's been five years. I still remember what I was wearing, what I was doing when my phone rang. It was the Beaumont Police. A woman's voice. "Is this Amye Wilson?" she asked. "Yes." "I'm going to let you speak with Jim Fuller." He told me that Dad had passed away sometime during the night…
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