Light One Candle
Light one candle, take my hand. Move closer to each other, All who so want to smile again. In this blessed time of year, With your sorrow and tears, Come together to remember and to light one candle. The light…
Light one candle, take my hand. Move closer to each other, All who so want to smile again. In this blessed time of year, With your sorrow and tears, Come together to remember and to light one candle. The light…
“That’s the ultimate oxymoron!” you may declare, in response to the title of this article. “There are no gifts in this grief – only pain, loneliness and anger – and a wild array of other unfamiliar emotions!” It’s impossible to see anything good in life when we’ve…
On Thanksgiving Day, 1994, two of my three young adult sons, Erik and David, were killed in a freak car accident. Years after the accident, my husband and I were at David’s college alma mater for a holiday event. I…
Thanksgiving was always my favorite holiday. Maybe it is because it is so simple, no gifts to buy, no ugly sweaters; just food, family, friends, football and fun. Like most of you, Thanksgiving and other holidays become something very different…
It doesn’t seem to get any better… but it doesn’t get any worse either. For that, I am thankful. There are no more pictures to be taken, but there are memories to be cherished. For that, I am thankful. There…
I don’t expect it’s this way with all siblings, but Wendy and I could talk to each other about almost anything. We didn’t always agree; in fact, it was often the opposite, but we could communicate in that way I…
The hardest part of grief as well as the obvious loss of your loved one is the physical and internal changes within yourself. Your being. The body’s response is sudden and arduous; truly your mind is not conscious of what…
“It will never be the same. Never.” As a bereaved parent, you have often heard or said these words to express grief’s profound feelings of sorrow and disorientation. Your life has suddenly taken an unexpected course that appears both uncharted…
November Again Leaves are turning the shades of autumn. Then falling, one by one, to the misted ground below. Summer flowers have faded and died. The sun hides behind dark and dreary clouds. It is November again. Was it…
For Zoë, Halloween is just about as good as it gets. Not much in my daughter’s world beats candy; costumes, friends, make-up, and staying up late even on a school night. Life at age six can be gloriously simple. But…
