Insights gained from walking through the end of life with dad.
My friend, my anchor, my watchman.
Sometimes, all of these losses make me feel like playing Whac-A-Mole. I just want to whack the stages of grief and not let them surface. It’s Christmastime, and I should be giddy with joy and wish to deck my halls! #RadiantlyBroken
August 27, 2019 Finally, hospice accepted him. He needs more help. My daddy can’t speak but an occasional whisper. He tried to tell me something,…