The Blog

A collection of memoirs, “how-to’s” and reflections on surviving grief.

At Least I am young

At least you’re young, they say. At least you weren’t married yet. At least you can find love again. At least. At least. At least. There is no at least that will make this better. The size of grief does not correspond with age, as if because I am 32 and not 72, it hurts…
On Grief & Grace

Nobody told me that grief would require so much grace. If you’ve ever grieved a loss before, you know the feeling. Your heart is broken, you are in pain, and the idea that you have to extend one iota of favor towards anyone else feels terribly unfair. Or perhaps you are a friend or family…
I Now Pronounce You: Allowed to Grieve

Navigating the loss of a partner when you don’t quite know how you fit in.
If Grief Was A Color

Blue. The color of your eyes. I don’t know the first time I noticed just how blue they were. Maybe it was on our first camping trip together that summer of 2022. We went to Bear Head Lake Campsite. We missed the trail for our campsite and hiked around the lake twice. We ran from…
I’m Scared

“I’m scared”. The words every man wants to hear while sharing a first kiss. I half-yelled these words on August 6, 2021, at Jason’s Ridgewood Ave apartment. A simple night out had turned into much more, and I was scared, and I let the words out before I could filter them into something more palatable,…
Grief Is a Kaleidoscope

Grief isn’t one thing. It’s a kaleidoscope, a stained-glass window. A thousand jagged pieces that make up a bigger picture nobody wants to see. It is everything all at once. Grief is hopelessness. You say I’ll make it through this, but I don’t believe I can, and even if I could, I don’t want to.…