The Hardest Thing

For the past year, I’ve started and stopped writing this post. Couldn’t bring myself to do it, say it, whatever… It’s not that I wasn’t constantly thinking about it because I was. I am. All the time. Around this time a year ago, I made a hard choice. I said goodbye to Charlie, the firstContinue reading “The Hardest Thing”

Saying goodbye, a little late

In March, some very bad things happened. My grandma, who suffered from Alzheimer’s for years, took a quick turn for the worst and, after missing my grandfather for the past two and a half years, she was finally able to go and find him. The very hour we came home from her funeral, we gotContinue reading “Saying goodbye, a little late”