Father’s Day
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,…
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…
Abraham Lincoln has always been my most admired and respected figure in the history of our country. After standing in front of his statue at the Lincoln Memorial, no one could ever forget the terrible, marked sadness in his face,…
On a cold winter day, the sun went out, Grief walked in to stay. I turned away from the unwanted guest And bid him be on his way. Grief was merciless, he brought his friends, Loneliness, Fear and Despair. They…
The immediate time after a significant death is terribly painful in a raw, debilitating, and all-encompassing way. Others who witness our journey may feel and comprehend just a fraction of what we really experience. As more years pass, our experience…
