8 Things You’re Doing Every Day That Are Stealing Your Peace of Mind

His cold, swollen hand gripped mine as I gently slid my fingers between his.

With hopes of delivering comfort, my other hand cradled the crown of his head — warm, soft and peppered with faint tufts of silver, baby-fine hair.

His eyes were half-open and staring off into what I imagined to be an invisible horizon that was…