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Walk of Shame

I realize yesterday’s post was dark and fairly ghoulish. I’m sorry to have offended or crossed the boundaries of good taste. Sometimes I do feel very bad about myself. I guess I tend to think that if Sarah died at 16, that’s just a prima facie case (as we say in the law) that we… Continue reading Walk of Shame

Lately it occurs to me that I’ve moved past those early feelings of bewilderment, denial, and shock that were so hard. There was almost an electric shock to my body when I would realize anew that Sarah was dead. As if I were being zapped awake. I had irrational thoughts that she would reappear, that… Continue reading Guilt