I waited at the school bus stop, my 16-year-old body shivering. The stinging winds seared my face and my lungs burned from inhaling the frigid
Year: 2019
My “to-do” list on grieving
I ask the Divine each morning to guide me on what to do for the day. Maybe nothing, my bereavement counselor says. That’s hard for
John, how can we thank you?
Mom and I would wait for John every Wednesday afternoon. He was as reliable as Big Ben, always on time, climbing up the back steps