THE BLUE STAIN The other night I was scrubbing up some slime that my daughter had let ooze through her fingers and slip onto the floor. The slime craze is big in our house and it often leaves behind a sticky, gooey mess. My daughter had cleaned up most of it, but I was scrubbing
I remember sitting in the pew in the chapel at the Funeral Home, next to Kate, one of Jacob’s sisters-in-law, and in spite of being surrounded by family – feeling utterly alone. It took months for Jacob’s mom Allie to finally understand why having my Dad sit with me that day would have done no
“It’s hard to watch your child grow up…in your mind.” If you’ve lost a child, you already know there’s nothing anyone can say. If it’s been a while, looking back you can probably see that you did irrational, illogical, insane things in the immediate aftermath. You started a charity you didn’t really have the energy
Words Can Slow Their Healing (From the editor: Ms. Keller lost her two young children in a traffic accident in 1991 . She knows grief, she has dealt with it — to this day.) A friend of a friend died in a bike accident last week. Terrence was a well-liked man and an exceptional athlete.
Grieving is a necessary passage and a difficult transition to finally letting go of sorrow — it is not a permanent rest stop. — Dodinsky