grief of child
Grief is like the ocean; It comes on like waves ebbing and flowing
By Tracy Sheppard
As I sit on my back deck on this warm and humid May day, the wind is blowing in a warm muggy breeze. The trees are dancing and swaying. The sturdy white oak tree is like a mother to the leaves. Most appear to be securely attached to her core. Then a big gust blows by, and one lonely leaf has blown away, never to be held by its mother again. I am grieving the loss of a child.
I am like that tree.… Continue reading