Grief Unscripted

This is a placeholder for the first entry. I’m not entirely sure yet what this space will become. Maybe it will be a place to tell stories about Suzzaynne. Maybe it will be a place to write about love, grief, memory, death, and whatever comes after. Maybe it will...

There are dates that divide a life into before and after, and May 16, 2026, is mine. Suzzaynne died at about 3:30 that morning. Even writing those words still feels strange. They are simple words describing something that happened, and they are factually true, yet...

Where do I go when there is nowhere to go? For a long time, there was always a tomorrow. Even during Suzzaynne's illness, when tomorrow became frightening and uncertain, it still existed as something we were moving toward together. There was another appointment,...