Language is a fantastical thing. It has so much power, and yet we yield it so casually at every moment in our lives. We throw some words away, and yet we can spend enormous amounts of time attempting to find just the right word or phrase to explain or describe something particularly powerful. 635 more words
Reading this in the neuropsychologist's waiting room -- where my dad is being tested. In one month it will be a year since my mom died. I haven't written a single word on my own blog other than a very few words before any of my world was rocked -- your words are exactly perfect -- like a kindred spirit wrote to welcome me to this new normal that is my life. Very grateful.