The worst part of grieving, maybe even of grief itself, is not necessarily the event that caused the pain. It’s what happens after the funeral, after the diagnosis, after the “I’m so sorrys” and “thoughts and prayers.” It’s months later when active support fades. It’s a year later when a tidal wave of memory and …
My name is Tracey. And Tracey means brave.
This assignment asked us to tell our personal and spiritual narratives but with a lens that understands how our stories can change and shift as part of our life’s journey.