Grief

Most of what my grandmother taught me happened in silence.Not the uncomfortable kind. Not the kind that needs to be filled. The soft, familiar kind thatsettles into a room and makes everything feel calm. The kind of silence you only share withsomeone who knows you so well that words are optional. When I think of…

I wish I had been able to have hospice for my husband when he died overseas more than 10 years ago, when he was 48 years old. I felt lost across the sea without family, friends, or even my native language, English. I was submersed against my will in what felt like a crash course…