Becoming the Person Who Shows Up
I didn't know what to do with that. But I knew I could play with her. Not because that's what kids do at funerals. But because I wanted her to have one afternoon where she didn't have to be the girl whose father had died.
I didn't know it then. But that afternoon was the beginning of something.
I have spent my whole life leaning in.
A Note Before We Begin
Hope doesn't have to end where grief begins. A note on why The Grieving Optimist exists and what this space is for.