The Quicksand of Grief
Time rushes on. When you bury a child, you realize this. Your feet are firmly planted in the quicksand of grief while the rest of the world goes on as though nothing has happened. Oh, yes . . . there…
Time rushes on. When you bury a child, you realize this. Your feet are firmly planted in the quicksand of grief while the rest of the world goes on as though nothing has happened. Oh, yes . . . there…
