Now, my keyboard is my savior. I can type away for hours, get my feelings into the computer, and feel a whole lot better about my existence. Now I write with a need to release the pressure of grief that builds up in my soul. With my keyboard, I can reflect on the meaning of Peter’s death. I was ill-prepared for the power of death and used writing to find my way.

Source: Huffington Post June 11, 2017 22:52 UTC