Today I woke up to trouble all around.
My favorite niece died and my checking account is overdrawn.
I know, I know, how can I put something so significant and something so mundane in the same sentence? I see your point. And yet, they happened on the same morning, and both hurt.
I went through many phases of grieving, disbelief, denial, anger, blame, depression… I know there are at least seven predictable phases, who cares.
What do you do when someone dies, someone who you loved, even if you haven’t spoken with her since she was six years old?
Really? And which “you” do I mean?