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Tag Archives: grief
Grief sneaks up
When I wrote last, I was cranking on research for the updates to the new edition of 199 Cemeteries to See Before You Die. I’d survived my dad’s death and planning his funeral, trying to sort out his bills, and … Continue reading
Where I’ve Been
I feel like I’ve been out of touch for months. My father fell last August and broke his pelvis. Because he was so medically fragile, he stayed in the hospital for nine weeks while the bone healed without surgery. He … Continue reading
Gone, baby, gone
There are so many things that happened when we were kids that I would love to forget. Instead, I remember the night we drove out into the country roads to sit in the car and drink (Bud for him, cheap … Continue reading
Morpheus, At the End
I was on a cemetery tour I’d organized for the Obscura Society on Saturday, when my phone buzzed. I didn’t check the message until the tour had ended and I was getting back into the car. My husband’s text said, … Continue reading
Letting Morpheus Go
In December 2012, we adopted a tiny black kitten from the local SPCA. He was meant to be a companion for our older cat, another SPCA baby we called Nocturne. She was 3. The kitten was named Scrappy, because he’d … Continue reading