Happy 18th birthday, Grief! - From My Fingertips
Happy birthday, Grief! You’re 18 years old. A newly matured adult. While it’s been 18 years since you were born and became part of me, you’re mostly locked away. There are days though, like today on your birthday, when you remind me of your presence, Grief. You remind me of the painful reason you came into my life. How that... Read More