Sometimes it seems as if I can draw all the lines of my life up to the day my father died – February 9, 1997. I spent most of my childhood watching it grow larger and larger on the horizon, and the years afterward looking back, waiting for it to disappear. It doesn’t. Whether it’s been two years or nineteen, loss stays with you.
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David Bowie: The Collective Grief of A Very Public Loss
It’s been an emotional week for all of us. Between the news of Bowie dying, and then Alan Rickman, I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s been wanting to stay inside and cry my way through a Labyrinth/Harry Potter viewing marathon (with Ziggy Stardust playing in the background on repeat). Continue reading
List Maker, Picture Taker 