The season of giving
Grief changes everything. I lost my father unexpectedly on February 12th, 2012. At the time, I was 28 with a seven-month-old daughter on my hip and knee-deep in an undiagnosed case of postpartum depression. My marriage was struggling to find its balance amid the chaos of being first-time parents, and my world felt tiny. Miniscule.
My father’s death, oddly enough, was the catalyst that forced me out of my deep funk. Someone needed to take charge of the situation. My mother was beside herself with grief,
