“How Ancient Cultures Honored Their Dead During Winter.”

Winter has always felt like a season stitched from silence and memory. The world slows. The trees bare their bones. The sun slips away early, as though retreating into a contemplative slumber. In this hush, in this pale, breathless stillness, many ancient cultures sensed that the veil between the living and the dead grew thinner, … Continue reading “How Ancient Cultures Honored Their Dead During Winter.”

To Dad in Heaven

Dad……There are days when the missing youhits so suddenlyit steals the breath from my chest,as if grief has hands,and it remembers exactlywhere my heart is.I still can’t understandhow the world can keep goingwhen yours stopped.How morning can dare to breakwithout your voice in it,how night can fallwithout you to tell meeverything will be alright.I wish … Continue reading To Dad in Heaven