A note about grief
I finally had a really good cry this week. The inciting incident wasn't remarkable – I was just reading over something I wrote years ago when I was still in my parish. It was just an essay about Holy Week and before I could even prepare for them, the tears came. At first I was crying from the grief of a beautiful time in my life that I will never have a…
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