This isn’t a post about singleness; it’s a post about something else I’ve been processing lately. I promise I’ll be back next time with more snarky singleness speculation.
My friend Cindy died 16 or 17 years ago.
My sister Karissa died almost 12 years ago.
A few weeks ago, I found out that I knew someone who had died in the Louisiana flooding.
Last Wednesday, my friend Susannah gave birth to a baby who died before she could even hold him.
Last weekend, my 20-something friend Brighton lost her husband of 5 weeks to a drunk driver.
I’ve cried a fair bit this week because of death. I miss my sister Karissa; I miss my friend Cindy every year around my birthday when I don’t see her perfect handwriting on a card addressed to me; my heart cries for Susannah and her husband and their families as they have to go home to a nursery and baby clothes and dreams that have died with their child/grandchild/nephew; Brighton’s new widowhood Read More