When You Realize Grief Has a Mind of its Own

When You Realize Grief Has a Mind of its Own

I startled awake this morning, mid-dream, at 4 a.m., like I do most August 6ths. Because 29 years ago my water broke at 4 a.m. My son would have turned 29 today. The body remembers.    I never know what I’m going to write about on his birthday. I usually...