Beautiful Flowers and A Grieving Heart

Trigger Warning: This post contains a conversation about suicide. The sun is shining on my back as I write this. There is a soft cool breeze, an airplane passing overhead, birds chirping, and the sound of Dougie walking through leaves nearby. My heart doesn’t know how to write, how to form sentences, and coherent thoughts.Continue reading “Beautiful Flowers and A Grieving Heart”

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