Next Monday will mark a year since Shefa died. These are the reasons I survived his death: – My daughter – The transformative, overwhelming acts of love and care I have received – My family and my ancestors – Miracles This last week is so precious to me. Each day from now until next Monday is the last day I… Read more →
Tag Archive for last days
Last Picture
The last picture I took of my son was 36 hours before his death. We had just gotten our rental car, and were all tired after a 15 hour travel day. I was looking forward to getting on the road and beating Bay Area traffic. It had taken a long time to get our luggage, to get our car, and now my… Read more →
On Not Going There
“Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. Say you’re running and you think, ‘Man, this hurts, I can’t take it anymore. The ‘hurt’ part is an unavoidable reality, but whether or not you can stand anymore is up to the runner himself.” ― Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running Compartmentalization is a grieving mama’s best friend. Like… Read more →