To Fly
I haven’t written in a while. It’s not for a lack of ideas in my head. It’s because I’ve beenContinue Reading
Making sense of death, dying… and choices.
When my 35-year-old husband was diagnosed with bile duct cancer in April 2018, our lives – and the lives of our two children – took a sharp turn. And even though he died, I still have hope that we will see each other again. This is how the kids and I are making sense of it… in the meantime.