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."
Category: Grief
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.
Into this Good Earth, Part 2: Ways We Remember Corrie and Each Other
I knocked the soil loose. There is something I have to find, but I haven't located it, yet.
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.
The Time of Year: a Corrie Poem
It’s that time of year, Darling, when I must be creative in the way I decorate.
Dear Jackie: A Poem of Loss and Courage
Jackie, I hope for the strength most never speak of because they do not dream of what it requires.
What is the Power of Words in Our Grief?
No matter the loss. No matter the person. No one should ever feel alone in the months and years after loss. Grief doesn't vanish after the last casserole comes to the door.
A Corrie Poem: Lightning Bugs
When I see the lightning bugs from your desk and window, I wonder if there are lightning bugs up where angels fly.
A Reflection on Military Members Lost
Less than two months after Corrie's graduation to heaven, I thought about my great grandmother, and her loss of her oldest son, Marshall.
A Reflection on the Person who Inspired my Strength
Never make a decision in the dark. Wait for the dawn to come.
Corrie's Season 