Happy Birthday, Mama.

Happy Birthday, Mama. I remember and honor your wishes, Mama; that my siblings and I would be close and get along in your absence and for you to live on in Cannon Beach by having your ashes spread in the Pacific Ocean by Haystack Rock. I remember the day you were told that the cancer…

I am sorry, Mama.

I have been trying to understand grief for a while now. What it looks like, what it feels like, what to expect, what to do… but I have come to find out that grief, in its entirety, is a completely personal journey that looks, tastes, and feels different to everyone. Grief is not some perfectly…