Lea Grover's Blog

Dark Ages and Rennaissance

Too Much to Carry

After the Exit, A Scattered Road Trip

The Weight of the Sky

Somehow the Same Old New Things

She made me promise to go to the doctor, which I did. My new doctor, with the insurance I had to get after Mike died that didn't cover my old doctor. My new doctor, in Mike's old hospital system. My new doctor, who gave me the exact same piece of paper I got after all Mike's appointments, with the phone number highlighted for where to call to schedule the exact same brain MRIs, with the exact same questionnaires. Only my name is on the top instead of his.

It's fine. I'm fine. Everything is fine.

On Grief and Vertigo

Grieving Love with Intention

Gifts from my Husband

A Eulogy for My Husband, Michael Thomas Grover