The Sound of Crutches Down the Hall ­– Thinking About Ambush Grief

It was a Tuesday morning. Coffee was making its usual errands through my system. My laptop was lighting the room from the couch that I was sitting on. It was a normal morning in my living room. How many times have I sat drinking coffee and typing on my laptop in the last few years? … Continue reading The Sound of Crutches Down the Hall ­– Thinking About Ambush Grief