Another Year Passes By

Grief is such a funny thing. Sunday, the 19th, was the seventh anniversary of my father’s death; now he’s been gone over a third of my life. No matter how far along I am in the grief process, or no matter how “over it” I am, this is always a bad time of year. In many ways, it has been worse in the past couple of years than it had been for the previous five. While still at home…

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