I fuss over the dresser next to my bed, constantly rearranging where things go, changing the photo in the white frame and the flowers that always sit there. It’s important work for me to care, nurture and pour love into this tiny space - this plot that I’ve given to my boy.
Read MoreTime moved slowly for a very long time, we blindly went through our days for weeks on end, always keeping busy but never doing anything at all – the hopeless dance of the grieving.
Read MoreI dug my hands into the garden soil yesterday and thought - how lucky are we to have our hardest month of grief in the most rejuvenating time of year. Sunshine, crisp breeze, buzz of bees, goosebumps.
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