Dehydration

In the six months following my grandmother's death... I found myself writing. These are those poems.

Unedited, unfiltered emotional processing, bound together in a single collection. This book was unplanned. It is a gift that was birthed through pain. But then again, the best things often are.

This is one man's journey through grief, or at least the beginning of that journey. And I hope that my sharing it will speak to you. That's what she would have wanted.

From the practical issues of sorting through her house, to the eternal pangs of missing her, these poems speak to the universal experience of losing someone dearly beloved.