Grief
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The day I turned 18, I woke up early, packed my belongings into the trunk of my maroon 1996 Ford Escort and drove out of town. I willed myself not to look in the rearview mirror as I left my childhood home and drove into my future. I’d like to say no one handed me…
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I have drafts of unwritten posts. I start one, lose interest, walk away. Then another, and another. And I can’t figure out why I am having such a block in emoting via the written word, other than the fact that so much has changed for me since I started this blog. So much has changed…
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I’m trying to pick up pieces I didn’t know had broken away. Pieces that fell around me every time my heart broke. Pieces that I didn’t even know existed every time life disappointed me. Running through my hands and pouring out of my eyes. Things I’m losing over and over again and can’t even remember…
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It’s been three years since I stood behind him as he tied that gray ribbon around a fragile branch of the hope tree. The anniversaries never get easier. “Don’t come back.” He said before the surgery. “Finish your vacation.” We left the Happiest Place on Earth a day early and drove home to Phoenix to…