I hope I get her agates when she dies. Maybe not her entire collection, for I don’t want to appear greedy. Even one amber agate to soften the excruciating loss of her. I imagine cradling it. Letting the essence of her wash over me. She would laugh, “There is no agate door to me once…
Tag: grief
Death Over Peppermint Tea
What would I be bold enough to tell death if I invited him to join me for a chat over a cup of warm peppermint tea?
Love, Loss and Puppy Dogs
Annie was everything I didn’t want in a dog, yet everything I needed. But my story doesn’t start with Annie. It starts with Chocolate, a lab shepherd, who also happened to be the best dog ever. I found him from a flyer pinned to a bulletin board at the market with the word “Puppies!” in bold across the top. There was…
