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.
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Cherry Blossoms: How Dreams for Our Children Change
We all have dreams for our children. I've often seen them symbolized in Cherry Blossom Trees
Growing in Grief Through Gardens
Growing up, I laughed at the thought of working in any garden. I believed that I possessed a brown thumb. Evening in Corrie's Butterfly Garden, also known as the Main Garden. Yet, the earliest lesson I remember from my teacher happened in second grade. Ironically, that was year I was officially diagnosed with attention deficit… Continue reading Growing in Grief Through Gardens
Should I Lose my Way, a Poem
Should I lose my way, I'll look to the gardens. I'll not look to the sky.
Gold in the Sunrise
When the first cherry blossoms, I feel her kiss my check.
In the Time of Tulips
Bloom not too early, but bloom not too late.
“Are You Looking, Mommy?”
When I see the daffodils, I spot her run behind the trees.
Meet Me at Sunset, a Corrie Poem
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."
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 Season 