It’s been a while since I’ve written.
My mother passed away March 6.

Grief keeps its own schedule:
Not showing up when expected, like when I ordered the date to be carved into the headstone she shares with my grandparents.
Visiting at odd times, like when I tried to deal with a check written in her name.
But always at one o’clock on Saturdays, the time I used to call her every week.
Continue reading “Lessons in Grief, Part 1”