I’ve never truly loved someone and not given some sacrifice to that person. It is the nature of love to sacrifice something for the other person; be it large or small, significant or inconsequential, love always, begets sacrifice. For the love of my parents, I lived in a city I hated…and have remained here. Though my disdain for this city has waned over the years, I am still here. There is a part of me that regrets the choice to stay here, because I thought they needed me . Yes, I’ve learned that indeed, it was I who needed them, but harboring that belief prohibited me from embracing the beauty what was. My siblings all moved away, raised their families in the place of their choosing, but I stayed. I went to school at a university not of my choosing. I lived in places I’d rather not have. I often resented not being able to expand my life by seeing other places, meeting other people or traveling to exotic lands. But ultimately, my love for my parents meant more to me t
A journey with grief & sorrow, struggle & survival and life after the death of our only child.