I’m writing over at Medium these days. Follow me on over to: https://medium.com/@tanyabeard
Why the change? My father died on January 9th, 2018 and everything feels different. My family is grieving. We’re holding hands toward what we hope will one day be healthy integration of this loss.
Rites of passage. Every day is new. My dreams are broken and restless. Sometimes I forget to breathe.
Stillness. I can still feel him slipping through my fingers. Somehow he’s still right here. I can still call him, it just comes and goes through different lines now.
Thank you for reading. We say Rest in Peace, though I feel like he’s laughing somewhere.
