The best part about the memories of grandpa and grandma’s death – 19 years after grandma died and 5 years after my hero, grandpa, died… is sharing memories with my boys and passing along knowledge and wisdom (for instance, grandpa taught me to play the harmonica and I have been teaching the boys).

It’s amazing. The pain will never dissipate, really, Mel but over time it becomes somewhat bearable.

Hugs and Happy Thanksgiving,

Strange, though, that I can talk about my grandmother, no problem, but my stillborn daughter? — that’s a lot harder, for some reason.

“the tears are simply a human response to the grief that stirs up like sand at the bottom of the Chesapeake after a fish passes by”

Beautiful. This is exactly how I feel about the tears that well up when I read my daughter the story about her donor sperm conception. She is too little to understand any of it right now, and maybe the tears will be gone before she does, but I just love this quote.

Bea

I always have a hard time bringing up difficult topics with people, or asking questions that I worry might bother someone. I don’t want to bring it up at a bad time, but want the person to know that I am happy to listen and talk. It’s a difficult balance.