Grief & Death

Our conscious memory-making gave us a focal point for ritual remembering and helped each of us find the emotional closure we were missing.       

I bought a cheap tube of mascara and put it on in the parking lot. That’s how desperate I was for retail therapy.

My dog, Moon, is at the end of his life. I know this. I’ve known it for a while. But knowing it doesn’t make it easier, just more obvious.

Everything in my world had fallen apart and I couldn’t imagine how I could put Humpty Dumpty back together again. So I gave up.

Billie reads a poem from her book and talks about how creativity helps her adapt to isolation and protect her mental health during the pandemic.

I learned how to move forward after becoming a widow by following my instincts, trial and error, and some earnest soul searching.

It has taken me a long time to learn how to process grief because it is part of my brain and my biology, the dark shadow of lost love.