Patsy “Pat” Ann Estes Durgin lived the kind of life that–were it a performance–the audience would demand an encore.
Category: Death
Judgement in Grief, Part I: Cast off the Japanese Beetles
But I do believe what was in the dark will come to light.
From Out of the Darkness, You will Come
Often, from our darkest spaces, and our most vulnerable moments comes a light we can choose to cast on a small section of the world.
Always
I remember sitting at the breakfast table across from her laundry machine, and I'd watch the sunrise hit the lake as the ducks came near the wooden swing. You'd have to get up early enough because the ducks were gone by mid to late morning.
Why the Angels Sing, a Poem
I know why the angels sing.
My Son’s Middle School Season
Seasons are not only those times of year when red, orange, and brown colors tinge leaves on the trees, but the changes we face for which we are never prepared.
Our Commonality: A Poem for All Who’ve Lost
... we put away their treasures like the porcelain cocker spaniel they kept next to a vase with a necklace around its neck, and in which new sunflowers were placed every Saturday.
A Poem of Loss: Where We Walk
Friend, I know loss like the knowledge that snow seldom sticks to sidewalks where we walk, or it stays soft for as long as it takes a running back prodiogy to run for a touchdown. Touch down, I know you'd hoped his feet would touch down on the ground again, and hopes wanted are dreams… Continue reading A Poem of Loss: Where We Walk
The Switch, Bear Claw and a Fruit Cup
After all, life is not always filled with moments of fruit cups and bear claw tears.
Hallie, Did You Know? (A Goodbye Poem for Marshall and Corrie)
Hallie, did you replay your last goodbye ...
Corrie's Season 