Betsy has a poem: Grief is like clothing. Sometimes it is heavy like a coat and sometimes light like a sweater. Grief is always there because we wear it all the time!
discrimination facing the LGBTQ+ Community with health care, hospice, and nursing care facilities!Â
What would that even mean anymore, after decades of being half of a loving, committed couple who’d built a life together? She was about to find out!.