What is the single biggest component of finding healing within grief, besides expressing it?
Embracing the new.
Inviting what’s next into our lives.
Believing we can love and laugh again.
Today is the first day of spring. I hadn’t noticed until I received a life-changing phone text this afternoon, and then I realized the irony.
The daffodils outside my parents’ home have bloomed every year since my family bought the property in 1973.
A real estate agent sent me a text about my parents’ home:
“Just sent full price offer in.”
The house where both my parents died, the house I’ve spent eight years cleaning out, has been listed for sale only four days.
It’s a mobile home enclosed by conventional roof and walls, and it sits on a beautiful treed 13-acre lot. The floors sag. The ceiling sag. The cellar fills with water.
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