I sold my father’s house and I feel as if I’ve let him down. I feel as if my last physical connection to him is gone. It’s… Read more “My father’s house”

Sometimes I feel as if I’ve disappeared. When someone I love dies all the moments I shared with them end. I move from being in a life… Read more “Disappearing death”

In my sorting and packing, I came across a short story written by a boyfriend from high school. He’d given it to me, writing a short note… Read more “A timeless love: Fresh as yesterday”

Sometimes I sit back and wonder how my world can change so quickly. How I can go from looking after my dad to no longer having one.… Read more “He rests and I transform”

It’s the minutiae of things that have to be done after someone dies that boggles my mind. It’s as if I have an ever-growing list of things… Read more “Death and minutiae”

I feel numb a lot of the time. It’s hard to explain. I can do my usual life things like groceries, laundry, planning dinner, even seeing friends,… Read more “Death and the future”