I lost my sister. It’s been nearly a year. My current life mantra is: F*@k October.
The gifts are all opened. The breakfast casserole and monkey bread have been devoured, and everyone has gone back to bed. Including my wife.
This is for those who are grieving this Christmas. You are not alone.
Three weeks ago, I lost my sister to metastatic breast cancer. A week after her funeral, my dad passed away from dementia.
“I’ve carried around my broken brother for so long, but today I could hear his voice on the other end of the phone – and in it the hope of second chances.”