How I Met My Dead Parents:
I think I am finally ready to let these new images of my parents replace the ones I always had, the ones that stood in the way of my grief. I consider a lack of grief to be a lack of love, and I want to love my parents. It's a horrible thing to write, to admit, that I didn't love my parents, but for much of my life, I just don't think I did. My blog is changing that. I don't think children can ever really know their parents, but as I've slowly gotten to know mine at least a little better, I have finally begun to love them, maybe not as my parents, not yet, but simply as people — the people they were, they wanted to be, and even the ones they became.