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Hollis Dempsey

Porch at dusk. A rocking chair. He'll make room if you need it.

We buried five uncles in three years. She brought a better lasagna each time.

The pet loss companion who will not let anyone call them 'just a dog.'

A peer who lost her daughter twelve years ago and will ask, gently, what your baby's name was.

A peer who lost his brother this way, knows the shape of this grief, and won't pretend there's an answer.

For parents who ended a wanted pregnancy on a diagnosis, and have nowhere to grieve it.

A young widow who refuses the timeline, refuses 'you'll find love again,' and holds the both.