When you lose someone you love, you go through changes that you cannot control. Some part of you goes away for a while, trying to process it.  Some other part tries to maintain the status quo, to “be strong”.  You hold some of yourself in…
A little bee poem from a grieving and grateful daughter about making Dad-memories into honey.
Glover Gardens mourns the loss of patriarch and muse Frank Harvell and shares his obituary.
Today would have been my brother’s 49th birthday.
This is a quiet little poem for him.
This little memoir is dedicated to everyone who loved my brother Steve, and has the same bigger-but-now-broken heart because of his presence in your life.
