Why The Start Of Spring Makes Me Feel More Grey

There’s always more to grief

I lost both my mom and my grandma in the thick of winter. New York’s street corners were still covered by dirty snow and the toe of my boots kicked more than one pile of frozen ice as I felt the weight of grief settle into my body. It doesn’t matter that there was a 10 year difference between both losses, it mattered only that it all…

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