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March
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It was a dark, early March afternoon, colder and grayer than usual, even though the crocuses and the tulips were pushing their way through the frozen ground, eager to usher in spring. Yet Old Man Winter refused to relinquish his grasp.
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― The Violets of March
― The Violets of March
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These feelings don't just go away. They linger. Hover. They are with me always. Even at my most functioning...they are there, watching me. These emotions are my roommates now, bunking up beside me at night. They do not pay any rent...they are determined to ruin me, and yet I can never fully evict them from my brain.
I have tried -- really tried -- to chip away at my grief...But lately, I've just given up. I'm finally giving it permission to breathe and exist...
Most days now, they lie dormant
...more
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― The Dead Moms Club: A Memoir about Death, Grief, and Surviving the Mother of All Losses
― The Dead Moms Club: A Memoir about Death, Grief, and Surviving the Mother of All Losses
