They always prided themselves on looking youthful. “Forty’s the new thirty,” they’d joke.Until heartbreak and grief enter your life, and then forty’s the new one hundred.

It was all death.

My hands are dying.

My hands are dying.

Sorrow can be a bully.

Sorrow can be a bully.

I can’t shake you.

Ah, grief makes us precise!

Ah, grief makes us precise!

Healing Follows Forgiveness

Healing Follows Forgiveness

Grief is a peculiar emotion.

Grief is a peculiar emotion.

No one 'just adopts'.

Don't let me lose myself.