Struggling to accept my father's passing, I find comfort in memories and the feeling that he'll always be with us, even if I can't see him.

HR Burktt reflects on her late mother's love and legacy, unveiling a deeply emotional journey of letters that transcend time.

You are the first place I ever came home to. The first place I ever dreamed. You witnessed my 1st ouchie, My 1st broken heart, My 1st loss.

He threatened me and made my life a living hell...but he didn't hit me. So it wasn't abuse...right?

This was originally written on June 29th, 2015. At the time, I was sitting vigil by my mother's bedside in hospice care...

I think about you when I put on socks. But that’s an improvement...

Someone chose to walk away today. And when I asked “Why?”, they said “You.” But I stood my ground, I didn’t waiver- Didn’t give chase as...

Coping with infertility through writing and friendship.

Being hyper focused on death isn't always a bad thing. Here, I list some of the surprising perks.

A brief creative writing project for those who have lost someone they love and care for immensely.

A short Christmas story for those grieving a loved one.