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.
Going Home #griefweed