The importance of a place called home: connection, loss, and hope.
In my patch of the world it’s a beautiful spring day. But for the people of Ukraine things are bleak. A visit to the cemetery where Tim is buried prompted me to think about the importance of geographical connectedness; of winter and spring; and of life and death. I’m sharing my thoughts because I want to capture how I feel. Readers of He Died Waiting will know that Tim is buried in the village I grew up in. He is surrounded by family members and when I visit the graves I spen