How Grief Spends The Day With Me (Revisited)

We all want to be seen, even Grief. Especially Grief.

Jacqueline Dooley
7 min readJan 8

Pine Siskin perched in my Dogwood Tree
Pine Siskin perched in my Dogwood Tree — photo by Author

Grief stands beside me while I light a candle. She watches my gaze shift from the flame to the window so I can watch the birds in my yard. Lighting the candle is one of the small acts of remembrance that I do for my daughter Ana, who died nearly six years ago in March.

Jacqueline Dooley

Essayist, content writer, bereaved parent. Bylines: Human Parts, GEN, Marker, OneZero, Washington Post, Al Jazeera, Pulse, HuffPost, Longreads, Modern Loss