Midnight at the Blackbird Café

by Heather Webber

No matter how far a guardian roams, she will always return, and while away she will never be settled, as her soul is tethered to the roots of the trees. She’ll never be truly content until she’s home among the roots, comforting and healing once again.

Grief was a capricious companion. Sometimes distant and aloof. Sometimes so overwhelming it was hard to think a straight thought. Its mood changed at whim, making it emotionally exhausting to keep up.

“Grief can change a person to the point where they become someone they don’t know, or even like very much.

Because I hurt. Good Lord, I hurt. Because I didn’t know how to cope, other than to run away. But in both of those cases, there had been nowhere to run. There was no hiding from death.