Ryan C.


I’ve never been particularly good at handling grief. I suppose no one really is. As a child, I can remember the feelings I experienced when my Grandma passed away. And Bubba, my paternal grandfather. Although to this day, I don’t know that I could articulate those feelings. As I grew into my teen years and saw friends pass away, I went from “not good” to “absolutely bad” at handling grief. I numbed… Read More