Confessions of a Grieving Disabled Workaholic

VPN Set to San Francisco

My trip to San Francisco was supposed to be the greatest trip of my life. In some ways it was and in others it wasn’t.

San Francisco’s fierce afternoon sun and its unshakable evening wind reminded me of grief. Predictable on paper but nonetheless shocking when face to face with it.

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