My mother has never been willing to talk about dying before. In the past, if I mentioned death, she’d turn her head and stare into space. Yesterday, while I was sitting beside her holding [...]
Dear Toyota: Thank you for repossessing my car (a month, to the day, after my father died.) Thank you for reminding me that I am alive, that I have connection to the world, to commitments – [...]
I told you a long story in my last post. In this one, I thought I’d show you some pictures.
In Death, Dying and Beyond, Holding One Another Through Challenging Times, Small Miracles (and big ones)Posted
One day, during the last week of July, I visited my Dad for the last time. I didn’t know it would be the last time – but I hoped that it might. Even after he’d lost the ability to walk, even [...]
I am feeling: wild, worked up- as if the bottom of the soup pot has been stirred to the top. As if every scarred, broken, wounded bit has suddenly pitched a tent on my front doorstep. I remember [...]