But that's why there are seasons to grief, and also friends, who are patient and stay nearby, will see a different you rise from the ashes.
Category: Child loss
We Must Awake: a Poem
John Lennon’s Imagine comes on the radio, and I turn it off because there is nothing more I want to imagine than a world where we’re together with our little girl. You say to me, “We don’t need the music. Your voice is the most beautiful music to me.”
The Chain That was Broken
Sometimes we can't replace the chain that was broken.
Meet Me at Sunset, a Corrie Poem
That is why I must stay until, as my daughter says, "Meet me at sunset just as the last colors cross the sky. You won't know the day or time, Mommy, but I will meet you at sunset as the last colors cross the sky."
Never Enough Lilies
Corrie loved all flowers, and John and I each remember her different favorites. She not only picked them, but put on a show with the flowers. She'd ask me to put the flowers in her hair, or she'd do it herself. She'd put them on the grass, as the green was the background of a portrait, for me to take a picture.
Corrie’s Visit Made All Well with my Soul
... but for the first time in a long time, my daughter, Corrie, visited me in a dream. Corrie's visit settled my soul.
No Child’s Word or Whistle
Corrie, It's March and I see journalists' coverage of war on TV. But I also see the cherry blossom trees bloom ...
When the Daffodils Blossom … and a Corrie Poem
Wake me in the morning to see the daffodils. See how they bloom during a time when lovers bring flowers, chocolates, and declare a summer day in Paris on "vacay" kind of love to one another.
What I Need You to Know
But I need my fellow teachers, friends, and family to know I’m stronger than perhaps some realize. I have an inner strength at my core. It will disallow me from succumbing to any weakness within.
Hands that Betray, Hands on my Daughter’s Grave: A Reflection
But I must, again, find my internal grit, and face the world with what has happened and what will come.
Corrie's Season 