Stop! Before you go any further, you're going to want to go back and read the first part of Taylor's Grief. I promise, this post will make more sense if you do. Taylor awoke to the sight of sunlight streaming through the living room curtains. She could barely open her eyes. They hurt; dry and … Continue reading Taylor’s Grief, Part II
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Taylor’s Grief
The funeral was over. Most of the people who had gathered afterward had already left. This allowed Taylor Steele to finally get busy cleaning the house. She was done talking to people. She did not want to hear anymore platitudes from well-meaning people expressing condolences. Taylor really did appreciate those people and their thoughts and … Continue reading Taylor’s Grief
The Confusing Middle 