Growing Grief
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Growing Grief


Anything I can muster as evidence
the smell of your coat still hangs in the closet
from our bed, thick-sleep crusts from my eyes
the insistence of the rising sun
the absence of your throat clearing
the pale blue eggshell shed under the pine
by the cracked driveway weathering

a history, a path forward




A place to read and share stories of death and dying. Growing through the grief that comes before, during and after death

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Lise Kunkel

Lise Kunkel

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