One of my twin daughters passed away three years ago, but on her first day of first grade, her teacher remarked, “Both of your daughters are excellent students.”

A feeling that, if I was forced to label it, I would term serenity.

I failed to retrieve my kid. Yet I ultimately received my final farewell.

Mourning does not always appear like tears. Occasionally it appears like a small kid across a room who brings your shattered chest closure. And occasionally that is exactly sufficient to allow you to begin recovering.continue reading …