Grief is a Language Shared by All

My shoes were still caked in mud from the cemetery as I walked to meet my best friend. Shards of blue sky were attempting to pierce the heavy drapery of clouds, and a few raindrops fell on my eyelashes. Or were they tears? It was hard to tell. Then, after I met with my friend and heard her news, I was certain that, yes, they were tears after all. It… Continue reading Grief is a Language Shared by All