Sadness can be exhausting.  Thirty-five years ago, my youthful father died after a two-year bold battle with Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  I was a devastated, and angry.  I still am.  Yet, as I navigate through life’s treacherous terrain, it’s his humor and casual way of dealing with daily doldrums, I long for.  Over the years, I have … Continue reading Grief Never Dies