Dad

Grief Is Just Love With No Place To Go

Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in the hallow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.

Grief Is Just Love With No Place To Go

The Dream Box: Reconnecting with my dead Dad

He smelled like the factory he worked at when I was a child. Like grease and coal. And he put his lips to the top of my head while I was still crying and said 'I forgive you. For most of it.'

The Dream Box: Reconnecting with my dead Dad