A Hymn for the Grieving During the Holidays

Thursday found me crying facedown on the bathroom floor.

You made it to the end of the year. This is cause to celebrate because 2023 was rough.

Not all of us made it.

A vibrant 32-year-old mother that I danced with died this Thanksgiving during childbirth. She left behind two young sons and a devastated husband. My heart hurts for them and the unfillable void she left in her family.

Limping across the finish line is a crossing nonetheless.

This year some of us found love.

And some of us lost love.

(In my circle of friends, sadly it seems like there are more of the latter. If you found love, please comment below to give us all hope.)

I finalized the divorce of my 18-year marriage this month.