Her absence is like the sky
The act of living is different all through. Her absence is like the sky, spread all over everything.” C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
My father died when I was 14. This is the only story I can ever tell. By Riese Bernard
My father died when I was 14. My father died when I was 14. My father died when I was 14. Heart attack. While he was running. Training for a marathon. Yes, it was unexpected. Yes, just out of the blue. Yeah, just about the worst thing that could have ever happened, just really the absolute worst, nothing worse will ever happen to me! (I will laugh at this part, a little. To make sure you know it’s okay, that I can think about this thing and laugh at the same time.)