by Tamara Harvey Braswell
When my 19-year-old son Logan died in a car crash more than five years ago, I soon became engulfed in a new relationship called Grief. I capitalize the word because I consider Grief more than a word. Grief is a gut puncher, water-filled lungs, blinding head banging pain that holds a person hostage.
That’s how Grief feels at first. I am talking about traumatic Grief – the kind of Grief that drowns a parent in sorrow and despair when he or she loses a child, whether the death be from a sudden cause, such as an … Read more...