by Andrea Harrison | Oct 29, 2018 | death, Thea
Thirty One Months ago Thea was ill … really ill. Gravely ill (no pun intended). She rallied and with two little dips sailed through three lovely summers. Lucky us, lucky her. All good things must end though and it is with a heavy heart I write this post ...
by Andrea Harrison | Dec 25, 2012 | death, grief, Wyn
Since they were not the one dead, turned to their affairs. So so hard to do some days. I first read the Robert Frost poem in grade nine English and it struck me then. Deeply, profoundly. This was an essential truth. Without turning back to life, even in grief, nothing...
