There is a road, that when you step onto it feels endless. It’s not a road you chose but one you are blown onto, it’s called Grief. At 78yrs I am acquainted with this road, the loss of parents and friends has seen me travel this road many times. I have even taken…
There is a road, that when you step onto it feels endless. It’s not a road you chose but one you are blown onto, it’s called Grief. At 78yrs I am acquainted with this road, the loss of parents and friends has seen me travel this road many times. I have even taken…