“Grieve, Pack Your Bags, And Don’t Come Back,” My Daughter-In-Law Said — So I Went To The Bank The Next Morning

he loved me, that he saw what was coming, and that he’d be damned if he let it take me down.

The ocean continues its conversation with the shore. And I sit in my own home, on my own deck, living my own life, finally understanding what Noel had been building all those years he said he was just doing paperwork.

He was building me a way out.

And a way forward.continue reading …