Grief hits in these ways I never thought about. You think grief is just a general sadness of losing someone you love. Grief though comes in waves so strong they toss you in the ocean of feelings,

She said she was so glad that Michaela’s last few years of life included board games as they brought so many joyful times around the table with people she cared about. Truly it did.

What I am saying is you are unforgettable 

My love was my champion. She cheered me on to explore and expand my life in all the ways l desired and needed.

I made plans to meet friends for coffee this morning. It is the first time I have had coffee in an actual coffee shop in over a year. I wasn’t sure I could do it. I felt anxiety.

It is one thing to slip up and correct yourself. We all have brain farts. :) It is different when you purposely don’t use someone’s pronouns. This is what you are saying to that person.

I just bought Megan Devine’s book and journal as every post she does I find myself saying yes exactly.

In June 2019, Michaela decided she wanted her ears pierced. It was an empowering moment for her as a transgender woman. We discussed that maybe it was something we could do together.

Art journaling my grief

Art journaling my grief 

This photo on the left is me a couple days after my birthday in 2017. M and I saw that cup and she said I needed it.

Art journaling my grief

When M and I were first together, one of our favorite dates was doing Tuesday night at the Avalon Theater. They do a “dinner and movie” special.

It is 3 o’clock in the afternoon. I sit in the middle of the bed not on my side, not on her side

Art journaling my grief 

My migraines have increased since M died which isn’t too surprising. I have had week long migraines many times over.

Michaela enjoyed having a corned beef sandwich on St. Patrick’s day.

Art journaling my grief

It was such a fun night when we went to see North by Northwest. It was snowing like crazy. We had to clomp through the snow to the theater after dinner. We laughed as we walked in the snow.

Art journaling my grief