Part 1: The Morning My Dog Wouldn’t Stop Scratching at the Door

Three weeks had passed, yet time felt frozen, as if my life had stopped moving forward while the rest of the world kept going without me.

I am Erin, and at forty years old, I was learning how quiet a house can be when the light that once filled it is suddenly gone. My days blended together, marked only by sleepless nights and long, empty mornings. I continue reading …