How Grief Spends The Day With Me (Revisited)

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

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.