An Unexpected Gift
More often than not, my writing is done for others. Clients pay me to update their blogs and social media feeds. Sometimes I get a byline and sometimes I don’t, but it’s alright. I know my words are out there and that they are seen by others, whether they carry my name or not. But as all writers know, that almighty byline is a pretty sweet thing.
Months to Years: My Grief Story Shared
Not today though. Today I get to share my words under MY name. I get the byline and am pretty tickled by that. And oh my goodness, what a beautiful place to have my work showcased! The Fall Issue of Months to Years is a veritable wonder of pictures, poetry, and prose that I am honoured to be part of. It is a gorgeous literary journal worthy of perusing and I hope you do. And even though my grief story is based on a sad moment in time, the story is a powerful one and worth sharing.
In case you aren’t familiar with the journal Months to Years, their title comes from an oft-quoted phrase used by doctors with palliative patients. When treatment stops working, the medical professional ceases talking about cures. They switch to quality of life over quantity, and timelines are measured in “months to years”. While it may seem cold, it helps people reprioritize their lives and refocus their goals. More often than not, it shifts the focus from fighting, to accepting life as it is.
If you’ve followed my blog for a while, you know I am all too familiar with that shift. It should be no surprise that when I came across the magazine Months to Years, I was compelled to submit my own grief story to them. Grief was a way of life for me and the story clings to me even still. A single phone call changed the trajectory of my world. This is where my story begins.
You can find the rest of it starting on page 44…