Life and death are a razor’s edge. This knowledge does not make me an expert, but it is something familiar to me and this page will reflect posts on the subject. My prayer in sharing my journey through grief is anyone reading will be comforted and filled with hope.
Grief and loss are something we all experience here on Earth. I used to fear death, as well as try to avoid pain at all costs. Having walked through the loss of a child, as well as losing family members and friends, the fear of death no longer tangles me, but now I trust God’s undying love in the process. I don’t have it all figured out, but pain and suffering are two things I’ve embraced because in walking through them, I am learning to live life to the fullest. One. Day. At. A. Time.
Two things about death that, I believe conjures, festers, fosters, and instigates fear, are the HOW and WHEN…sometimes to the extent of paralysis when it comes to LIVING. If we have a foundational understanding that every single person on this earth is born and dies, then the question of WHO is already established: Everyone…WE will all die… […]
This will be the first of many posts on death and dying, fear, life, and living. I’m not even sure where to begin, so I’ve prayed a bit and will just start typing, I guess. I also will be welcoming some guest posts via interviews and podcasts on here, so stay tuned, and also, keep […]
On October 11, 2014, my Dad, sisters and I threw a party we should have thrown years prior, but under different circumstances. Life gets busy. We have jobs and spouses and kids and appointments and things to do and budgets and we get tired and the thought of traveling with niños in tow is less […]
In preparation for my Mom’s memorial (funeral) service, I wrote out more than a dozen pieces, trying to figure out just what to say. Once it was determined I was the one who would be sharing the message, I prayed and pondered how to sum up 42 years of MY memories with a woman who […]
My number one love language is time…and I think that’s why this grief is so incredibly profound. My Mom was too young to be as old as she was when she died. She wasn’t an “old” soul. She was wise and discerning beyond her years, basically with enough God-discernment to qualify for a lifetime, but […]
Our third child didn’t get a baby shower. Not because historically it’s improper in the book of manners, but because I just didn’t think my heart could handle it. The last time I had been pregnant with a boy, my friends gathered around me as we ate chocolate and vegetables and artichoke dip, all the […]
I’m nauseous. Sick to my stomach. There’s a pit deep in my guts that hurts and aches. Part of it aches and mourns for the families of the sweet Kindies and staff in Connecticut who were brutally shot down by a guy who was really just another kid, only taller. 20 years old. What […]
You know, I was never a fan of funerals and potato salad or dying people or dead ones or death or pretty much anything that had to do with end of life. As a kid, from grade 3 and then throughout junior high and high school, a friend, classmate, relative, or pet, died, each year. […]
As I sat across my davenport from a friend, a fellow bereaved mum, I listened to her heart and shared her tears as she told the stories of losing 3 of her grown children. I will not share her story because it is hers to share… One thing we talked about, though, was the “How?” […]
Remember this? It’s been a while. I wouldn’t expect you to, but I sure do. One night, 5 years ago last November, we had gotten some yummy Chinese take-out and were sitting in Noah’s room at The Children’s Hospital. As we finished up and started cracking open our fortune cookies, I grabbed one and said, […]