thoughts of a practical nature, not on grief itself, but on a statistically more-likely condition: grief-adjacency.

being with those who are grieving is hard. suck it up.

feel like you’re intruding, stumbling over words, unsure what to do? afraid you’re not strong or close enough, that you won’t, in some fundamental way, be up to the task? all that pales. you are not the point. just go. Continue reading small kindnesses (grief week, 4) →