How is grief like nesting dolls?

by Susan Casey, MSW, MFA


Four years ago, on a day made for lovers, a day when chocolate hearts nestled in red heart-shaped boxes are given out in abundance, my younger brother’s heart stopped beating. His wife and three-and-a-half-year-old daughter stood outside of ICU, hands pressed against the window, in a Hong Kong hospital, watching as Rocky slipped out of this world and into the next. Alone in a foreign country, they had no one but each other to cling onto.

The life-altering call came in at 3:30 in the afternoon, as I sat at my desk, preparing for … Read more...