Baseball and Life
After the beautiful candlelight ceremony last night, I found myself tossing and turning until 2:00 in the morning. I decided to get up and not fight it anymore. I was remembering Brandon and all the pictures of the lost loved…
After the beautiful candlelight ceremony last night, I found myself tossing and turning until 2:00 in the morning. I decided to get up and not fight it anymore. I was remembering Brandon and all the pictures of the lost loved…
Heavy, gray clouds; wet, cold rain; winters in the Pacific Northwest can be long and lonely. The promise of spring is a faraway thought. But just as winter engulfs us now, spring is peeking around the corner. Daffodils will bravely…
We are nearing the end of what has often been a brutal winter. While gazing at the mountains of snow piled high in my front yard and the foot-long icicles hanging from my roof, it is hard to imagine that…
Sitting on the wet ground while leaning on the fence, a chill runs through me as I ponder over the past two decades of grief…not just any grief, but the deepest kind.…mother’s grief! My little girl, Jaynie, was full of…
Of course, you know the answer to the question in the title. In this article, I want to review many of the ways that grief does not go away. When you approach people who’ve not experienced a significant death in…
If I had a dozen roses, I know just what I’d do. I’d give each one a name that reminded me of you. The first rose I’d name “sunshine” cause you brighten every day. The second would be “beauty”, the…
Though winter’s delicate, lacy snowflakes may remind us of the lace-trimmed hearts of February’s Valentines, the “mourning” heart seems frozen in time. The bitter winds of loneliness blow mournfully through our souls. Death has tapped us on the shoulder, introducing…
A Remnant I am a wretched seamstress, although there have been numerous attempts on my part over the years to remedy that. At this point, I am fairly content with my ability to sew on a button. I can also,…
The voice of silence is all around us—it is rooted in the pain from the loss of our son and brother, Nathan. It is the silence of sorrow in our home because one of our sons is gone, and it…
My feet were cold from the icy pavement as I waited for the morning bus. The bitter winter was receding and I was working hard on gratitude. I bent my head deeper into my scarf and saw a penny in…
