I’m still here, living in the land of lament, striving forward through the secondary and subsequent losses. Those pinch a bit, and come out of nowhere like a patch of glare ice on a wintery drive. But unexpected blessings pop up in the midst of it all, too.
You may have noticed that I stopped writing for a spell. Why? Rookie mistake of letting the voices of my grief critics (there are several, believe it or not) become intrusive thoughts. Of the countless people who care, support, love, encourage, and uplift me, and a God who loves me more than I can fathom, I let the foolishness in. Thankfully, the voice of truth reigns. I will continue to write. I will prevail and thrive beyond this difficult season.
I mentioned unexpected blessings. Here’s one: this temporary tattoo and bracelet arrived among the many items in a perfectly timed care package from a dear friend who gets me from afar. 
Let’s keep going, friends. Love you all.