Author R.A. Bridges, Corrie's Mom
Now, on the weekend of our ten-year-anniversary, we face a next phase in our journey. We will walk together in the new years as John battles stage 3 colon cancer with all the strength for which he's known. He will work through the chemo and radiation.
For your birthday, I wish I could give you the 4th of July, fried chicken packed away in the basket, although they say, “You shouldn’t eat that” these days, and homemade peach ice cream kind of feeling.
Remember our discussions of rollercoasters ...
Corrie wouldn't want us to leave her grave undecorated. She'd be out there with me adding ribbons and, probably, arguing with me about why we can't leave feather boas on the gravesites.
When it comes to grief, my husband, John, and I take action.
There are misconceptions from the moment I wake up. I may appear as the sun shows up on a given day, but shiver in flip flops, jeans, and a thin blue rain jacket when hurricane winds begin to strike the coast. I was not made one way, but changed the moment a hurricane struck the… Continue reading Misconceptions of Hurricanes: A Poem
When the darkest hour was not done and the mud feel from the mountain, yes, I slid. The tears came, and my anger, without a mercy for which a Christian sinner prays, set ablaze for those who demanded when they'd received. I collapsed upon the green shores where you once played and asked for such stories of mine. Then your father came home with your brother, and found me quiet ...
When people take vows for marriage, we nailed the "in sickness," we earned the badge with "or poorer," and death--while the vow is meant for the couple--will not divide us now.
I reach for your hand to walk along the beach. White sand between toes can be twenty instead of ten I reach for your hand, but you turn away to look at orange streaks of sky. Small fires reflect in your eyes. Sometimes I see the mountain shades of the blue of Blueridge September skies… Continue reading Walk Along the Beach, a poem
June has come, and I hear the sparrow. A woman tells me Her husband says, “I didn’t know the stress you were under ‘til you left that place. When you came to a better place, I got you back.” I rush home in my van to tell you the good news. There is hope, I… Continue reading Hear the Sparrow
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