Mwc Death

The Angel Who Saved Me

My most vivid memory is making my grandfather laugh at a funeral.

I was seven, witnessing the first death in the family. It was a chilly November day. Visitors sat on plastic chairs in the porch outside our house; grieving relatives sang prayer songs to bid their…

Father's advice

For a big part of my life, I’ve acted as the people around me. I’ve gone with the crowd, even though they were not always right. I…

The Absence of Scent

To Smell and Back Again

Loss and Mourning

For anyone who has lost someone dear to them