Tag Archives: #hopeless grief

Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E.  We sit here in the dark mostly in silence — the dark is cold — the silence is raw.  What can I say? There are no words of goodness or even hope. Much as I wish it, I can’t repair another’s grief. She explains it again too easily.          “IContinue reading “#76.12 Weds., January 28, 2026”