Forever is Not Long Enough
From Grief Dialogues Founder Elizabeth Coplan: One of my favorite writers is Amy Ferris, who, to me, is a dead-ringer for Meryl Streep, and I mean that in the best way. Amy’s ability to write words both brief and profound on so many different and serious topics blows me away each time I read them. […]
The sheer weight of it
I am trying to learn how to carry this grief.It is oppressive and unyielding and I want to be free of it.Can you take it for a day please? An hour would work if a day is too much.Carrying love is easylight as a feather,warm like sunlight on my skin. Grief is love too, so they say,but it’s heavier and sharper.I struggle to hold it without collapsing. It presses down on my chestso that I’m gasping for air and my heart screeches in agony.Other days it’s still heavya weight strapped across my shouldersbut I can function.I can make dinner,make plans,answer emails,even
The Naked Truth
I’m naked!Can’t you see? Naked as a jaybird,exposed,unclothed,reporting for duty.Naked as I came.Naked as I will go. No! You’re wearing yourNavy pants and blue-striped shirt.Can’t you see? But it’s too late.Dementia’s in the house.chewed up,swallowed up,spit out whole,without warning,or trace of resemblance,to Harry and Adele’ssecond oldest daughter,bride of Jerome,the woman who climbeda mountain and back,with six children in tow. Degenerative,Delusional,Demented. Case Closed. An insidious conundrum,a malicious malady,a vicious viper,burrowing far beneath,leaving a trail of devastation,while the walking woundedsearch for higher ground. Who are you?Why are you here?Where is my daughter! And scene. Disrobed, divested,bald and bare,raw and exposed,she dances in the
My Mother, The Brisket, And The Rabbi: A Love Story
I am a pathological liar. I stand by my superior ability to fabricate the truth, to create a false narrative, to lie on command. And I would do it all again if I had to. When my Mother was approaching the final stage of her life, she was often inconsolable. Dementia has a way of robbing those it latches onto with assorted unspeakable atrocities. The confusion, the fear, the sheer frustration amid the utter sadness, often overtakes not only the afflicted, but those who are ultimately left behind. Until an adult child enters the frightening and chaotic world of caring for
