When Three Months Became Five Years
Some stories return to you over time. Not all at once, but quietly, sometimes years later, after life has given you more experiences and unique way of understanding them. This is one of those stories. I first heard it nearly fifty years ago, when I was a young mother juggling several part-time jobs. One of […]
Please don’t tilt your head
Please don’t tilt your headand ask us if we’re okay. His heart has stopped beating.His body is starting to decay.No words can make that easier. He was here. And then suddenly,he was not. We don’t want to forget himor accept this, not today.We still can’t quite believehe’s really gone away. Danny, we are angry with you.Your life should not have stopped like this.Too much to live for,so much left to come. But nowyou will never see another rising sun. Your eyes are closed now,the hurt beyond repair.You are gone. But we will make sureyour memory lives on.Through laughter and music,we’ll speak
Tomorrow needs to come
Each day I look. Look beyond the clouds, the horizon and into the invisible space between today and tomorrow. But, even though I squint and look as hard as I can, I never see you. There’s no sign of your soul, your energy, the warmth from within you. You are gone, your soul dissolved into tomorrow, far beyond my reach. Yet, I see you everywhere. Your presence feels near, like a cloak around my shouldersdragging me down, keeping a hold. I want to break free, from the hold of your soul. In the darkness, our shadows wrestle.I rip off your hold.
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. Several years ago, I asked Amy’s permission to post a story she had written about her BFF and her dying husband and to include in Grief Dialogues: The Book. This was in 2018. Today, I am reposting Amy’s piece. She is now the grieving widow and
