From the Ashes of Grief
In the early morning fog of a spring day The sunlight drifts slowly across the lake Lifting the dark shadows of night. The honking geese frolic in the early morning rays of sunshine While the birds sing of promises yet…
In the early morning fog of a spring day The sunlight drifts slowly across the lake Lifting the dark shadows of night. The honking geese frolic in the early morning rays of sunshine While the birds sing of promises yet…
It’s spring in some places now. And in some places it will be winter for another couple of weeks (months?). Somewhere the tulips are beginning to push through the soft earth and somewhere the birds are returning to sing. Somewhere…
When your child died, you were thrown into the dark night of the soul. You can hide in fear and despair or you can make friends with the darkness. Begin on a clear, starry night. Preferably, not when it is…
Tell friends to call you often. Explain that after the first couple of months you‟ll need their calls. Tell your friends to make a specific date with you; none of this “we must get together for lunch”. Remind them that…
What can I do about the empty swing Or the heartache I feel when others sing The song she loved above all the rest Or eat the custard pie she liked best Or smell roses she planted one spring? What…
