October Memories
October’s here, the air is bright, The leaves decked out in fancy dress, The clouds in shapes of animals Hang in the sky so blue. This was our time of year, your favorite. How many times did you come in,…
October’s here, the air is bright, The leaves decked out in fancy dress, The clouds in shapes of animals Hang in the sky so blue. This was our time of year, your favorite. How many times did you come in,…
The Keeper of Our Stories My sister Terri and I were lucky. We grew up in a loving home with attentive parents and a father who was an avid storyteller. Not only did he invent elaborate tales to tell us…
Divisiveness and intolerance for others’ views seem prevalent all around us today. We see it in our political beliefs, social justice concerns, and health environment. It is apparent within families, workplaces, and organizations. When we are grieving the painful death…
Years have come and gone and time has surely drifted by. I’ve searched for any answer, yet I’m left to wonder why. The only thing I know for sure, through the happy and the sad. No matter what the circumstance,…
As Father’s Day approaches, we are reminded of the significant contributions and unique love of fathers and stepfathers. Their defined role, after the death of their children, is to support their wives and surviving children. But their pain is deep….
On the beach, cool breezes blow across the water, but the sun’s rays feel warm upon my face. The ocean laps gently at the shore. I see one golden-haired lad with shovel and pail filling the moat around his carefully…
The Wariness of Grief I am from the South. My parents were both Southerners. I have never lived outside the South, in spite of the fact that some would claim Northern Virginia, where I lived for almost 40 years, is…
It is Memorial Day weekend…I remember the first one came just a couple of weeks after Nina died on May 11th. It was really the first time I thought about what this weekend meant…of course, first and foremost, honoring and…
Those of us who have lost children know the fear of their memories fading. After saying goodbye to our beloved children, we don’t want to forget their existence — but people are often afraid of saying the wrong thing or…
While sorting through boxes and bags, it is not unusual for me to find something unexpected. It happened just the other day. Shifting through a box, I came across a wrinkled, somewhat yellowed piece of lined school paper. I carefully unfolded…
