(no) superhero

Grief and joy are opposites. Except that grieve is the preferable word because it is not static. And if you let it live all of its lives, joy is a word that whispers constantly. And softly.

Death

Now it is time to speak for me, of me. And I have something to say about death.

And to my Own Self

For those of us who grieve you, what is left in our hands might be surprising or uncomfortable. New. But these stories belong to us, and are not left by you.