“My mother’s death was the volcano and I was the ash. It exploded in a mash of pain, blood and tears but eventually settled into a dark cloud of suffocating heat. - Hope, Finding Hope” — Angela L. Hansen Copy Share Image
“I feared her rejection but I feared the strength of my feelings more. I still loved my wife but my dreams were being invaded… — Angela L. Hansen Copy Share Image
“My mother’s death was the volcano and I was the ash. It exploded in a mash of pain, blood and tears but eventually settled… — Angela L. Hansen Copy Share Image
“Afterwards, I lay there in his arms and listened to him softly snoring. He said he loved me and I didn't say it back.… — Angela L. Hansen Copy Share Image
“Death. From the moment we are born we begin to die. It is a slow march to the final curtain call for some. Others,… — Angela L. Hansen Copy Share Image
“After she was finished with me, because it was clear she had no interest in my name either, she thanked me for the good… — Angela L. Hansen Copy Share Image
