After my father’s passing 10 years ago, I always said I wanted to write a book on grieving and title it, ‘The Year After.’
In this last year, I have read every book I could find on childloss…but all I really wanted was stories of survival. I didn’t need to be told how to live without [...]
The Year After
Grief is a Conjunction
For me, grief is a conjunction.
There is the part when you scream “I hurt, I hurt, I hurt.”
Then there is the part where you ask, “And then?”
Yes, two separate parts, but they are conjoined. And is literally a conjunction, bringing together both the pain of grief and the reality that time continues, with or without [...]
This time, last year
and that’s the last we ever saw of his beautiful brown eyes…he didn’t open them much, if at all, after that.
God, I miss those eyes, always looking, always searching and finding, me.
One Handed Living
Better one handful with tranquillity
than two handfuls with toil
and chasing after the wind.
~Ecc. 4:6
As I was writing a friend this afternoon, I was struggling with the equilibrium that comes with having found peace after devastation. I was attempting to find the words to express the intense grief that still finds me, [...]
One Year
I didn’t understand why it hurt so much today.
Sure, the day is significant. Its details forever etched within David and me.
Certainly, my emotions are strained.
Clearly, I feel the grief as evidenced by my stumbling; forgetting to charge Adriana’s batteries, neglecting to remember Lila’s diaper bag, spending money on clothes for a baby that isn’t [...]
