(You might want to read Part I first if you haven’t yet.)
At the same time that my mother told me she was in kidney failure and the doctors did not know how long she had to live, Alf had finally had enough. His treatment was having less and less effect. He was in pain and could no longer move like a horse. I said goodbye to my beloved equine soulmate, and it felt as though my heart had literally been ripped from my chest in his passing. I was a walking open wound. [Read more…] about Grief and Grad School: The Untold Story (Part II)