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Sitting in The Dark

It was Tuesday morning when I got the call. It was Nessie, Lena’s daughter. “Momma died this morning, Hugh. Can you come over to the house?…

Reflecting

Grief (not a poem)

I don’t know how to explain That it isn’t just that he died. It’s that the world I lived in died too. Because I have never…

Reflecting

Grief: A metaphor

It’s been a rough week. A friend died earlier this week, very suddenly. She had overcome a lot, had provided hope to a lot of people,…