Memories come in many shapes and sizes. Just like grief. Today, my memories and grief came as a warm vanilla bundt cake baked by a 9-year old in memory of a great grandfather she has never met. Continue reading
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“Why do you write?” has been a question thrown at me often. I started writing mostly as a way to deal with my emotions. I was drowning in them as I tried to deal with the grief of Continue reading
I flip though the photo albums filling the gaps in my memory, trying to recall the past. Photos of my childhood. The one from my trip to Yercaud, my tear-stained face at Suicide point in Continue reading
The grieving process varies and for years I have grieved through words. I have put all the pain and tears that takeover me and leave me lost into words. I write to feel better and it is a concept Continue reading