Grief Archives ~ Page 5 of 8 ~ The Grace Between

Truth, and stories.

My daddy is a storyteller. A veritable Chaucer he is, his theatrics trapped in a failing body. The stories he tells, they define me. And in the telling, he wanders between truth and theater with ease, often sacrificing a little of one for a lot of another. A necessary...

The extraordinary.

We are promised to each other for a little more than eight years now – and in those three thousand and ten days, {give or take a few}, we’ve spent a little less than half of them whole worlds apart. The separation of days makes riches of the extraordinary...

After … or, Grief AND Grace.

{Editor’s Note: I’m writing specifically here of the loss of a child … but beloved, as always, I tell you that Truth is unchanging, and while grief is universal, so too, is the grace. My memories here are of our my own wee babes in heaven, one gone...

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