Falling Feathers
Searching my bookcase, I chose a small book that had been there for years. “Hmm…might be worth a re-read,” I mused, opening a page. And there it was, gentle as a feather falling to earth, “Dear Mom” – in her…
Searching my bookcase, I chose a small book that had been there for years. “Hmm…might be worth a re-read,” I mused, opening a page. And there it was, gentle as a feather falling to earth, “Dear Mom” – in her…
“That’s the ultimate oxymoron!” you may declare, in response to the title of this article. “There are no gifts in this grief – only pain, loneliness and anger – and a wild array of other unfamiliar emotions!” It’s impossible to see anything good in life when we’ve…
