Sometimes I wonder, am I allowing the grief itself to become something I am holding onto? How much does this change change me?
Tag Archives: grief
Floating
The last few days my head had been in the clouds. My mind feels like a balloon on a string, and every memory that stirs has me floating away.
Mountain
It’s been a long week leading up to and away from my brother’s birthday, but I know if there are steps carved into the mountain, I’m not the first one there and not as alone as I might feel.
