Seven Mourning Doves
Apr 27, 2020
2 minutes
BY JEANNIE HUGHES, HURRICANE, WEST VIRGINIA
ILLUSTRATION BY LUCY ROSE
NOW CLUNG to the wintery branches of the wisteria climbing the trellises in our backyard. Gazing out the kitchen window with my husband, Roger, I thought, . We had just returned from burying our 21-year-old son, Steven. But even with Roger by my side, I felt alone in my grief. Isolated from
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