I’ve never missed my grandma more than I do right now. I have so many questions for her. I realized the other day that she was quite possibly my last living link to finding out about my heritage, as she was the last one I had a relationship with who grew up in Willow Bunch […]
Tag: grief
He loved me
Picture it: Catholic Youth Group, 1997. I, a young innocent teenage girl. He, a few years older. I was interested in this young man. He had rosy cheeks, and the most infectious laugh I had ever heard. He wore interesting clothes, often a t-shirt with a long sleeved shirt over top of it, with a […]
Making Michael 