Watching my father grieve my mother is the second hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Grieving my own son, watching my husband and children grieve him too, is the hardest. I observe Papa’s expression, hear the weariness in his voice, note the far off stare when conversation drifts to mundane and unimportant things and […]
via So This Is What I Looked Like: It’s Hard Watching Another Heart Grieve — thelifeididntchoose
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