Therese Fessenden @tbfess.bsky.social · 14/04/2025Then, a tumbleweed of white fur would float out from under the couch like a little ghost & my chest would feel like uranium once more. Rinse and repeat, ebb and flow. (4/9) 100
Therese Fessenden @tbfess.bsky.social · 14/04/2025Yesterday we went to a park we hadn't visited since he passed. It was quiet and empty, but a symphony of ducks filled the air. Finn would've loved it. Our son gleefully tossed some stones into the lake. (5/9) 100
Therese Fessenden @tbfess.bsky.social · 14/04/2025Today, our yard was just... our yard. Nothing special or new. But the wind flapped at everything it could. White tags on the propane tank. The wind chimes on the tree. A receipt from the trash that made its way onto our lawn. But, that's not what my eyes saw. (6/9) 100
