I’ve often thought that if there is a space on Earth which most resembles heaven, it’s the Blue Ridge Parkway, or … the former Christmas tree farm my husband inherited.
Category: Loss
Reemergence: Those Sweet Honeybees don’t Know Me
Remember, those sweet honeybees don't know me. A sparkling sassiness has overtaken the sarcasm, which was always a part of my personality. It's an attitude of: "Honey, if you don't like it, there's the door. The beautiful thing about the door is that you can fit through it and I can shut it."
Heartbreak at Twilight, a Poem
When you sing at twilight, of whom do you think?
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.
Gold in the Sunrise
When the first cherry blossoms, I feel her kiss my check.
Ways to Find Light in Grief
Today, I write with a story from darkness to light, being defined to re-defining, and uncertain fear to enlightenment. I acknowledge that I'm not always strong through my journey with grief; that the laughter and comedy, which is my usual medicine, aren't always a cure. I hope with anyone's journey through grief you know that… Continue reading Ways to Find Light in Grief
Happy 8th Birthday, Corrie! (with poem)
Happy heavenly birthday to our daughter, Corrie! This is her third birthday in heaven, and it marks two-and-a-half-years since Corrie earned her wings. Besides already being a difficult time, it also marks half of the life she lived on Earth. I haven't written in a while because as I get closer to times of remembrance,… Continue reading Happy 8th Birthday, Corrie! (with poem)
A Corrie Poem: Books I Never Wanted
There are books I never wanted, and books I never read. There are words I wish I'd written, and words I never knew. Somehow every story leads me back to you. It ended as a story that I never wanted from a book I never knew. By R.A. Bridges
All the Policies: a Corrie Poem
I know all about the policies:the i's to dot, and cross the t's.I remember well the call from finance about the bill for theambulance.I was not about to payin the aftermathof my daughter's deathwhen she died on that ambulance.It's enough I keep myself alivewhen all I've wished is togive up and die.But still here I… Continue reading All the Policies: a Corrie Poem
Even on Amazon: a Poem for my Son
Son, there exist dreams I wishI could make come true, and not the kindwhere some parents buy ordo for theirkids, so they never learn howdimes drop into sewers moreoften than make it to the candy shop.Son, look in my eyes because I know what becomes of holding on toanger and despair so great,it feels likea… Continue reading Even on Amazon: a Poem for my Son