Learning to live in the fullness of love and loss
August 28, 2020
I unwittingly began a journey that is taking me into the darkest, deepest, richest corners of my life. This is the day my only child, Hunter, died. He was 21 years old.
I have been writing and painting my way through the shock and grief.
I am committed to grieving out loud, to showing you what it feels like on the inside, the nuances and textures, the careening and paralysis.
There is something so profoundly moving about a grave as an altar... an altar which you alter often.. and which alters you.”
- Melody LeBaron
