Grief Can Be Paralyzing

I knew for weeks it was coming. That day. That night. It was going to be the anniversary, one year since the fateful night my daughter’s husband called.

The call was to inform me he and my daughter had decided I could no longer have any contact with my granddaughters. It was apparent they decided to make the call on the night of April 20th, because the following day was my younger granddaughter's birthday, and they wanted to deprive me…