His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do – the best ones. The ones who rise up and say “I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.” Those souls are always light because more of them have…
It’s pretty safe to say that we’ve all experienced death. Close by or from afar. But sitting by watching a loved one go through the process of dying is new for me. I was not present at the time of death of my Love, my parents, or my grandparents. I have participated in codes and…
My Love adored our grandchildren. One of his last wishes was that they never forget him. While I don’t believe anyone will let that happen, I wanted something concrete to give each of them for the holidays that would be a reminder of Grandpa. Thanks to a connection through my sister-by-choice Wendi, Bridgette at The…
Especially this year because it’s Christmas Eve and I just don’t feel it… When I was a child, this day was filled with anticipation and tradition. Time to light the last candle of the advent wreath that was always on the coffee table. The last day of being good so Santa would bring presents. Always…
You might have noticed that I count days… Perhaps you’ve wondered why So I’m just going to put it out here: I count days because every day that passes means that I am still alive that I was strong enough to stay that way and survive another day. … there have been moments … (especially…
I posted this on 21 November 2019. The message bears repeating. Firsts are hard. Let’s face it, every holiday will be difficult from now on. So I am going to be real for a bit. Things look different to me now. Shopping and large crowds- out. Material things that will be forgotten- a waste. The…
My Daddy was my first hero always there for me with unyielding love a listening ear quiet understanding… My first memory is him holding me in his arms dancing in the living room with “Mona Lisa” playing on the record player. He worked two, sometimes three jobs so my mom could stay home. Time with…
