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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.


For me, grief is like carrying a bunch of individual items. By themselves, they don’t seem overwhelming, and together they are heavy, but if I stay balanced and keep moving, it’s difficult but manageable, mostly.


I’m finding this grief to be hard work. I’ve ignored and stuffed so many other emotions and traumas in my life, that I decided I was going to actually work through this one. It’s been tough, scary, and enlightening. I’ve learned more about myself and enriched my love and thankfulness for my brother, and whatContinue reading “Work”