Big Girl Pants
Grief feels like fatigue. Or fatigue feels like grief. Regardless, I’m sinking into it. I have my mom’s voice playing on a loop- “Put your big girl pants on…it is what it is.” But Mama,…
Grief feels like fatigue. Or fatigue feels like grief. Regardless, I’m sinking into it. I have my mom’s voice playing on a loop- “Put your big girl pants on…it is what it is.” But Mama,…
How do I capture the last few days in words? How do I articulate the loss I feel? My beautiful, vivacious, Mama is now resting peacefully. Alzheimer’s is complicated and devastating. I have 30+ voice…