Stages of Grief

  • Rainbow

    In my softness I hold this gift, for you. A small slice of home, and a tiny sun to shine only on you, sweet friend. This rain will pass, it will pass on through the air. And in your eyes… Continue reading

  • Goodbye

    No one would have seen it coming, least of all me. His death was inevitable: that part we all knew was coming. But no one would have foreseen my reaction to it. Not the way it happened, not the way… Continue reading