I've been reading through the blog we kept when G was waiting for his transplant. It is surreal. Sept. 30, 2010 I wrote all about his...

I feel angry. Furiously angry. Like it's welling up in my gut and has no place to go. There words feel too tame. I feel sick with...

There is a temptation in grief to romanticize the past. To divide your life into the categories of good (when your person was still...