Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
Dear readers, our daughter and soon-to-be-formally adopted grandbaby, Keira, are feeling their way forward, day by day. And sometimes, when the baby’s drug withdrawal symptoms worsen, hour by hour. Thank you for your ongoing prayers. (Catch up on our miracle here.)
being fully present—to the past
Anyone else with a complex parental relationship?
I’ve been questioning my dry-eyed, ongoing numbness over my mother’s death, a few years ago.
Weeping neither proves nor validates one’s depth of love or loss: I learned this at “Grief Share,” a 12-week class for the bereaved.
A relief, yes.
Still, I needed more. [Read more…]