(This diary just broke my heart. Promoted for its beautiful writing and just because. – promoted by noweasels)
Grieving is hard. Writing is cathartic.
At least, it is for us.
It was a stream-of-consciousness piece that Wifey and I both shared in the creation of, started as I sat vigil by Mumsie’s side in the nursing home and completed, for the most part, last night as Wifey and I quietly passed the small pocket computer between us at our local watering hole.
Please go leave a comment in one or both places for Wifey, and if you “knew” Mumsie through any of our writings please feel free to post a note for her as well.