Going Home #griefweed


Going Home #griefweed


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My job took me to the area of my old stomping grounds recently. As I passed by the home of my childhood memories, I felt, once again, entangled in the weeds of Grief, since the loss of my Mother. Where colorful memories once grew seem to be strangled by the roots of such a deep loss of my one constant connection to the life my mom created for me. Perhaps one day I will see the beauty of the wildflowers again, as I pass by my childhood home.


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  1. I love this. So many complicated feelings wrapped up in ‘home’.

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