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  • A Wish For Next Year
    by Molly Senecal on December 30, 2019 at 4:09 pm

    I wish for the impossible, for the faraway lifetime that ended years ago. I wish that the earth, soft with winter rain, would feel your feet — wide and solid — walk again through our garden. And that you would gather winter squash as you did before. I wish for one more brightly-lit dinner around… The post A Wish For Next Year appeared first on Tiny Ferocious Things.

  • The First Year – Navigating These Seasons When Your Child Has Died
    by Molly Senecal on December 12, 2019 at 4:35 am

    Grief is a wilderness — sometimes I think I can see where I am supposed to go, but most of the time I can’t quite make out where the path is or how this will all settle down to something I can hold in my hands and say — ‘There. There is my loss and… The post The First Year – Navigating These Seasons When Your Child Has Died appeared first on Tiny Ferocious Things.

  • Helping Teenagers with the Death Of A Sibling
    by Molly Senecal on November 16, 2019 at 5:48 pm

    It’s November already. Almost one year since my youngest daughter died by suicide during her first semester away at college. Even as I write those words, I have to pause and let them wash over me as though they are new words, as if this is a new grief. I don’t think these words will… The post Helping Teenagers with the Death Of A Sibling appeared first on Tiny Ferocious Things.

  • Four Things Trail Running Taught Me About Living With Grief
    by Molly Senecal on November 8, 2019 at 4:52 pm

    It was an early morning, and a couple of running friends and I set off for an easy run along our local trail. I started thinking about my daughter, who died suddenly last year, and about life, grief, and how things often don’t end up the way we expect them to. As my hips and… The post Four Things Trail Running Taught Me About Living With Grief appeared first on Tiny Ferocious Things.

  • The Impossible Month: The Anniversary of My Child’s Death
    by Molly Senecal on November 1, 2019 at 2:59 pm

    November is the month of marigold petals, pungent and bold, of smoke, and bone-white daughter-grief.   It is the month when the leaves bleed red. Where the sun — bleeding through the thick, suffocating smoke — casts a sickly yellow hue on all our faces. Where the words that you are dead bleed through my eyes… The post The Impossible Month: The Anniversary of My Child’s Death appeared first on Tiny Ferocious Things.