There are no Christmas decorations. Actually there is no one home. I do not have my key, because it is still on the key chain that I can hardly bear to look at. So different from the years gone by. There are leaves all over the driveway and yard. More signs of change. Dad always kept his yard free of leaves and such. It's almost too much to bear. The heaviness and magnitude of all that is gone weighs me down. Each step towards the door; agonizing. I notice everything out of place. I see what's been moved. New pictures on ... View Post
Even In Our Darkest Moments We Still Carried Hope
A kid jumps off a bridge. A woman commits suicide; a teacher, wife, mother. Another student in my hometown takes his life. And I can't make sense of this world. Why one who wanted to live is gone and these that don't want to live take their own life. It all swims around in my head and my heart feels like it wants to burst. I can't imagine what it must feel like to have no hope; to not want to live. Because even in my darkest moments, when the grief was overbearing and the pieces of my shattered heart were scattered everywhere as my son left this ... View Post
Stepping Over Despair Into Gratitude Day #24 of Thankfulness
I shut the light off at the bottom of the stairs. Our travels brought us home late. It is now the wee hours of the morning and there is laundry and book work. There is also hot coffee. But no milk or eggs. The wind is howling and the rain vacillates between hail and soft pattering. Before I shut off the light, I glance at his door. The reminder each day; so hard. I shake my head with the remembering. It is so hard. If I am not careful, the pull of grief will drag me under. The piercing pain and heartache; all ... View Post
Here’s To Mom’s
Here's to moms who've lost a child. Whose hearts have teetered on the edge. Whose world stopped for just a moment in time. When the eternal met the sweet, earthly soul. The mom's that have shed a thousand tears. While piercing pain rips through their soul. Mom's who get up every morning. Put one foot in front of the other. Who press through the day and create a home A home fractured and never the same. The mom's that stand by their child's bed. With wracking sobs. Never to caress the forehead again. The abdomen that swelled with ... View Post
His Chains Are Gone. . .. He’s Been Set Free
His chains are gone. He's been set free. All he knows is peace and more peace. It is we, who are left behind that need the prayers. We walk the hard road. We have walked the year to a different beat. Longing for a familiar cadence. Not to be. Walking the road of grief; blindsided by cancer. Uplifted by grace of a community. Reminders continually of the strength we need to persevere. The unthinkable has happened. It has been a year of firsts. A year with out my mom a year with out my ... View Post
This Is Not All There Is
It's less than 10 days- he would have had here on this earth. We had no idea. These days were his last. Each moment priceless. I step forward each day . Missing. Yet needing to press on. Washing, cleaning, cooking. Bills, groceries; life. Life that is holy. Purposeful. I check in with the kids and ask how they are. The sweet girl, more woman than girl, says she's fine. I push her. She looks at me and says, really, I am fine. He's better off. It's where I want to be. She's lost so ... View Post
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