When Grief Felt Unfamiliar—and Became a Path to Healing
About a month after we laid our eight-year-old son to rest, I believed I understood how grief would move through our days. It filled familiar spaces with quiet and made ordinary moments feel heavier than before. Then one afternoon, my five-year-old daughter calmly pointed to the pale-yellow house across the street and said she saw…
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