My mom said to me when she was dying, Lisa bury me in a size four dress and leave the back open cause eventually it will fit me. I thought when my mom died I would gather the strength to be the women she wanted me to be- instead i became the woman i wanted me to be....
Losing my mom was so much more complicated and lonelier than I could have ever imagined. Grief is a crazy shape-shifter… and loves to rear it’s ugly head in the most inopportune times. The 7 Stages of Grief from Elisabeth Kübler-Ross Shock or Disbelief...
