This post isn't about my own grief. It's not about the tears I've cried, or the questions I've asked. It’s not about my own days where getting out of bed felt too hard. It's about a different side of the fight. It's about your mom's grief when she loses her college roommate. And your best friend's grief after she has a miscarriage. It’s about all the people you encounter, telling you about their grief.
We can't stop death. Hard days will inevitably follow, and Lauren's story does't shy away from the pain. But after a lot of days, she saw a sliver of hope. Click to read her story.
Where was God while Job was struggling: Grey's Anatomy edition.
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