“I just want my friend back.” If anyone is familiar with the R&B artist MusiqSoulChild, you know exactly where the title of this piece comes from. MusiqSoulChild is an artist kind of low on the totem pole of ...
Life is normal now. I’m me, and I’m alone, and it’s okay. And then, suddenly, it’s not. When things are going well, I enjoy my life alone so much that I barely want to date. I have no desire to ...
Sister I am not sure if we became like mothers when we lost ours, or if we always were. Lost is an appropriate word because we are always searching for her. Maybe she’s hiding, and that’s why she’s ...
Lit I hold the memorial for you at our house. Three hundred people domino up and down the stairs and the hallways. There is a white tent outside for overflow and a firepit that the kids throw soda ...
It was May 6, 2022, the Friday before Mother’s Day, and I was very excited for the weekend. Monty had great plans; he always made every holiday special. I walked into the office and there were quite a few people ...
It isn’t black veils over gray hair. It isn’t wrinkly hands clasped in front of them standing at the cemetery. It isn’t (always) a 90 year old staring out the window at gloomy clouds day after day. There is no ...
“If we threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s, we’d grab ours back.” – Regina Brett Can this quote possibly hold true for a widow? Initially we are not able to look beyond our own self after ...
Do you ever wonder if…instead of him…it had been you? Instead…I was the one with the out-of-nowhere terminal diagnosis and the slow, painful progression toward my early death in my 40s with so much I wanted to do and see ...
I had an opportunity recently to learn a valuable lesson I hope to remind myself again and again throughout the year. Setting the scene This past week I was locked out of my car in the late afternoon on a ...
Grief arrives as does the harsh, unwelcomed winter. We resist the next season of our life Trying to hold on to the familiar & cherished. We cling to our tree of life as though we were a leaf perched to ...