
It amazes me how subtle grief can be. A small twinge at a fleeting memory, or a word or phrase, maybe the lyric of a song. Nothing overwhelming, like catching some small movement out of the corner of my eye.
Illustrations on how I am dealing with my own grief.

It amazes me how subtle grief can be. A small twinge at a fleeting memory, or a word or phrase, maybe the lyric of a song. Nothing overwhelming, like catching some small movement out of the corner of my eye.