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Graduation 2015
This was to be Zach's graduating year. This has affected me in a way I wasn’t quite expecting, like walking headlong into a biting head wind. There is always that part of me that wants to deny the intensity of my sadness and calm it into submission, but it’s wild and fierce and horribly unpredictable—and, well that’s just the way it is. Grief cannot be tamed and the kindest thing I can do for myself is to just let it roll in. To resist it is like trying to fight against a
