Open Wounds

Grieving is a never-ending cycle. It’s one of those things where when you get to step 3, you relapse, and you are back at step 1. Grief sneaks up on you at the craziest times. You can be sitting at work and suddenly, your next breath is taken out of your lungs. It hits youContinue reading “Open Wounds”

Someone is always watching

Over the years when my parents were sick I watched them sleep in chairs by each others side in the hospital. Cots and recliners weren’t always available. One time my dad slept in the waiting room because no visitors were allowed to stay on the unit. I watched my mom learn how to pack andContinue reading “Someone is always watching”

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