Pilgrimage
I started planting roses and for a few years it
was this peaceful respite that I looked forward to each summer. Radiant petals would bloom, rising out of
cold, lifeless soil bursting into an explosion of color.Early May, I started the cycle again and for
weeks the roses were vibrant and rich with life. My dad died and I realized I was no better at grief than I
had been before. For two days we clung to the tiniest sliver of hope. We showed up, we stood vigil, we prayed,
we cried. I watched m
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Nov 15th 2022