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My mom is a pretty devout Catholic. I can't remember if she gave me this rosary after the death of my grandma in 2013 or after my cousin was killed in a car accident a year and a half later. She told me to hold the cross in my hand and wrap the beads…

This is my puppy Blue’s collar and ashes. We had to put him down at 8 months old because he ate a whole bottle of diet pills, I can’t look at it for more than 3 seconds before I start to cry... I know it’s my fault.

My sister got me this 2 Christmas’s ago, she even took the time to highlight sentences and words throughout the whole book. This is a weird kind of grief, I cry over it when I read it because; A- I put her through so much during my addiction and I…

Me and my mom bought them together with different stones for my bday. It mostly makes me happy but when I think about it.. and my mom.. how much she sacrificed for us, for dad. I just want her to be happy and do whatever she wants but she can’t, and…

The object that reminds me of grief? My right hand wearing the blue sapphire ring.

There are times I look down at my hand and I see my mothers hand - same fingers, the same faint blue veins and wrinkles - and the ring. The ring she wore her…

This is a picture of my handsome boyfriend, Wyler, making a snow angel on our Lake Superior beach. Wyler has been my loving companion for 13 years. My gentle pal and amiable co-pilot on so many, many 7-hour road trips to our cabin. He loves winter,…

My mom was the strongest woman I ever met and yet a disease was able to take her when she was just 52. A disease that tried to stop her by first taking one of her legs. She had none of it. After healing, she rejoined her weekly bowling league. When…

My Dad’s coffee cup. Think of him every time I use it. Can still see him sitting at the table wearing his flannel shirt and jeans, drinking his coffee and dunking donuts or cookies in it.

The idea for this work began when one cold and rainy day I was walking to meet Danny for lunch in our studio space. I was grumpy because of the weather, cursing myself for not leaving a little sooner. As I was walking, I was thinking about all of the…

My stepfather died April 19, 2018 at age 84. He left behind an apartment in which every room, even the kitchen, was chock-full of nonfiction books, organized into sections by subject. Among his relatively few other possessions was this matryoshka…