Being Uncle Frank
Daily Reflection
This section is dedicated to three men I lost all in one week. April, 2016. I had to institutionalize my husband, bury my Father, and say goodbye to my Uncle Frank. This was before Covid-19. This was when grief was an idea that did not belong to me, until. I will write here about the wisdom these three influences in my life have imparted to me, that have made me everything I am today. More later. But, more daily.