Feeling extremely honored to be a guest writer for my favorite child-loss literary website, Glow in the Woods.
It comes from a dark place but it resonates with others in a beautiful way, a way that makes them feel heavy and sad, yet, inexplicably connected. I think that's what gets me through sometimes. Sharing the heavy in a completely non-malicious or selfish way. We are wiser when we understand pain.
I first knew that Glow was going to be an immensely important part to my grief journey when I read these words in the "about us" section.
One of us, only half-joking, said this will be a place where us medusas can take off our hats, none minding the sight of all the snakes. Because not only can we bear the sight of each other—we crave it.
I've been writing a lot of rants and a lot of stories on this blog but this is the first "poem" about what it feels like to lose my son.
You can read it by clicking this link
a house named Grief