Trigger warning: this post is about grief and the loss of children and parents.
I often stay with my daughter after “lights out” and sing her songs and scratch her back as she begins to wind down to sleep. It’s an exceedingly tender time of day. We’re all spent, and we are still. I find myself turning toward the Holy, taking stock of my emotions of the day and what’s going on in my life and the lives of my loved ones.