Today is 6 years post kidney transplant. That day was so full of hope. Now it is washed in grief and loss.
So much of my story is washed in grief and loss....
To know me and to love me is to be well-versed in the narrative of death.
Today I hope for someone to wash me with so much love that it drowns out this narrative so death is a quiet, subtle part of my herstory... today I wish for someone to love me louder than all of these ghostly voices.
Here is my story: