I’ve been remembering and reflecting upon the all female GORUCK Light event that I participated in nearly a year ago. Part of my “why” for doing these crazy events has always been my two babies who died. Until now I’ve never really thought about how completing an endurance event is similar to my grief journey.
Fresh grief is hard. Most of the time it seems like you’re merely surviving and the holidays can compound grief…
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I usually post something on the 18th of May, the day my Thomas Roy died. And I still might post…
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I used a kid-sized shovel to carve the number 40 into the sand. As I finished, I looked up to…
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“Your heart will heal.” These were the words the nurse whispered in my ear as she wheeled me into…
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