We’re half-way tucked beneath comforters, somewhat sleep, but mostly alert.
I cannot deny the ever-present impact fatherhood has had on my life.
How will you know when you’ve arrived?
If it’s perfect: my world won’t crumble.
Now doesn’t have to be the time to solve anything, to put the pieces together, nor to prepare ourselves for the next inevitable blow.
Ambiguous loss is the grief you experience when someone you love morphs into something almost unrecognizable.