08 Feb Living through the aftermath
…The need for escape gnawed at me. I grabbed an umbrella and headed out for a walk. I ambled aimlessly, splashing in puddles, all the time knowing that I was acting like a little kid romping in the water. But I wasn’t a carefree child anymore. You don’t get to be carefree when your mom commits suicide.
I felt the rain deep within me. I was cold and wet all through my insides, as well as on the outside…
Read this entire post at iamsteveaustin.com. Steve Austin writes about messy grace and is getting published all over the place! It’s an honor to be a guest writer on his blog!