by Rachael Flick | May 9, 2020 | Pandemic
We’ve always been friends. Organic samples. Skylights in your box stores. Your CEO pays himself far less than most people in his position. When I was drowning in despair, I sent friends with my membership to buy food for the twins’ school lunches. When I could barely...
by Rachael Flick | Apr 26, 2020 | Grief, Life After Loss, Pandemic
Grief is: missing your pandemic partner. Your trauma buddy. The person you process your decisions with. . . . Being in a global crisis has put all of us in uncharted territory. There’s no handbook for handling quarantine and all the physical and emotional fallout from...
by Rachael Flick | Mar 10, 2020 | Grief, Life After Loss
Grief is: pasting on a smile. For a girl with a bad case of RBF, grief did nothing to help my smile. Honestly, it’s ok not to smile. (Lord help those JW missionaries who paid a visit after Micah’s death. My scowl was probably frightening. I didn’t even attempt to be...
by Rachael Flick | Dec 7, 2019 | Grief, Vacation
Grief is: a change of plans. This phrase is so understated it’s shocking. And it’s powerful. 13 years ago I planned to spend the rest of my life with Micah. Change of plans. 10 years ago I planned to have children and raise them with my husband. Change of...
by Rachael Flick | Sep 29, 2019 | Grief, Life After Loss
Grief is: sneaky. Last night the twins and I were cleaning up after dinner. Lots of shuffling and wiping and replacing of bits. And I heard the tinkle of metal. And without missing a heartbeat, my mind told me they were Micah’s keys as he was coming home through...
