Mum called me at 9am on a March morning. Our family dog Lady had passed with her during the night. I came over and buried our family dog of 13 years
Goodbye to our Lady dog, welcome to growing up and losing your best friend.
My mother lights the first shaky candle, and sets it in my hands. She turns...
It takes a lot for me to talk, especially about things that hurt.
These words bespeak volumes of heartfelt loss and subsequent separation. And these special events of...
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