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: Friends
Daddy, Dance with Me
Daddy, dance with me one more time before you leave for work, and I run out to the bus stop for school. I rather stay in just my socks and stand on top of your feet. There's no party tonight with sparkling lights and my the music turned all the way up, but we can… Continue reading Daddy, Dance with Me
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
A Poem: These Gifts Given in Times of Black Ice
My favorite Christmas picture of Corrie from 2017. The poem below is written as a "thank you" to so many people who sent us cards, messages, or gifts in support of our journey without Corrie. This is a poem you have to read through with the biggest "thank you" to Mom and my husband, John.… Continue reading A Poem: These Gifts Given in Times of Black Ice
The Four Gifts that Keep Me Going
My soul flies as quick as a hurricane sweeping the coast empty of light.
With my Goodbye, Mom, Your Walls will Fall Down
This is the second in a six part blog series about goodbye. In times of tragedy, friends and family say more with goodbye than we could ever imagine. With her final goodbye, Corrie busted up my walls I'd built around me over a period of six years. Corrie was a more social creature than I… Continue reading With my Goodbye, Mom, Your Walls will Fall Down
When we Say Goodbye
Goodbye provokes a creative language; almost like the oral version of beautiful Ancient Chinese calligraphy.
So I Write
There are lessons Emily Post, an etiquette author until her death in the mid-twentieth century, never taught us. There are times we rise, or times we fall. Sometimes we sink to our knees and rise again during different stages of grief, so I write. My worst fear about writing poetry, memoir or essay was not:… Continue reading So I Write
I Would Not See, a poem dedicated to my co-workers
I took one last walk down the hall. My husband waited for me there. I could believe I would not see Your eyes drop down at the ground, or you smile through clenched teeth to say, "One day more." I waited for this day to come, and when it did, I smiled wide until I… Continue reading I Would Not See, a poem dedicated to my co-workers
Six Ways: The Change from Selfless to Self-full
What do you do when life goes a different direction? What do you do to battle the depression? via Six Ways: The Change from Selfless to Self-full
Corrie's Season 