On October 11, 2011, my father walked into his barn to get some tools to fix Neta’s sink. He did not walk back out.
Tag: death
Dear August,
August 31 is the 13th Anniversary of my mother’s death. I reflect here: “But each time someone I love dies, the grief becomes new again. The impact of it is compounded and expanded. It’s as if I’m grieving all of their deaths at once.”
