My father had a cough.Something simple. Something we thought could be handled with over-the-counter medicine. But it wasn’t a cold. It was the flu that turned into myocarditis, which attacked his heart, his kidneys, and his lungs. And just like that, my father was in the Shock Trauma unit at the University of Maryland, fighting for his life. The hospital that transferred us told us not to expect him to wake up. But those doctors didn’t know my God. And over the next two and a half weeks, my...

It’s late Thursday evening. The boys have just finished dinner. I’m cleaning dishes, talking to my oldest while he’s finishing his last bites. And I get a text. “Dionne, are you okay? We’re here. For the recording. Just wanted to make sure you’re on your way.” I nearly dropped the plate. What? What podcast? Where was I supposed to be? And that became the spiral. I jumped on the phone with Deverick, and we’re both realizing—clearly—there were communication gaps. But what I do  know is this… he...

I went to the doctor expecting a routine checkup--but grief had other plans.