There are some deaths that feel particularly cruel, not because death is ever fair. It isn’t. At the same time, sometimes the person who dies has spent her life trying to understand exactly how to keep people alive. Dr. Jill Tirabassi was one of those people. Jill was a physician in Buffalo, New York. She … Continue reading Remembering Dr. Jill Tirabassi →

In grief my love, look for the daffodils. It may not be actual daffodils of course. It might in fact be the sunrise outside your window as you draw back the curtains one morning. It might be the decision to draw back the curtains at all, after weeks of being comforted by the dark. It … Continue reading “In grief, my love, look for the daffodils” a poem by Becky Helmsley →