Snapshots from a grieving brain.

March 19, 2021, we lost our sweet kitty, Max. A year later, I find myself reflecting on his life.

I get caught in the tension of pushing in and pulling away from love for fear of the pain I know comes when all that's left are memories.

I walked in the room expecting to see an earth suit. What I saw sent me into full panic mode.

I could give Joaquin Phoenix a run for his money.

Father's Day is a different experience for each of us and can change year-to-year.

I kept having a vision of singing over my grandpa, but I couldn’t make out the song.

Processing loss is worthy of our time and focus.

We must bear witness to one another’s grief.

How can we move on when we fear forgetting those we’ve lost?

My final moments with my grandmother provided healing for me and hopefully her.