Sixteen years ago tomorrow, November 5, 1995 our mom died. I try to catch myself… Read the postHow to live like you are dying…
I always snicker when I see a “study” that comes out stating the obvious, like… Read the postAlways searching…
I have torn the house apart today looking for one small letter and one small… Read the postA note from Justin
The lonely year is how one writer described the second year of grief. This “loneliness”… Read the postThe Lonely Year. The second year of grief.
From time to time, it is not unusual to receive ads for “bereavement” gifts and… Read the postThe prelude…
When I couldn’t remember what month it was the other morning as I was writing… Read the postA Year of “Seconds”
but one small bite after another. Wise words my brother Ken shared with me the… Read the postDon’t sit down and try to eat the entire whale in one mouthful,
I have been moved beyond words by some of the articles and posts that I… Read the postHe is still teaching.
I dreamed of Justin last night, it is only the third time I have dreamed… Read the postWaking from a dream…
