Willy’s crazy energy, which I thought was entirely too much at the time, proved to fill in our home with so much love. I miss him: his big spirit and all the joy he gave us. How lucky we are that he swooped into our lives and ran rampant with our hearts.
Read moreThe Love Buried Within All Things
I used to collect so many snippets and sayings in my notebooks. The one sticking with me today is that hope was the last thing to come out of Pandora’s box.
Read morePicnic with Will
What was, was beautiful.
What will be is unknown.
One last final sigh as the swing dangles slightly in the afternoon buzz.
One last kiss goodbye.
An Old Song on the Radio
Just another old song on the radio
And I can’t seem to remember my soul
The words come and some I let go
I’m anchored by what I can’t control.
Make Good
My childhood made me feel lonely, like I had to survive. How do I heal that little kid? I try to take every step faced with love.
Read moreSprung
The things that get overlooked in the budding and blooming of spring are the death and compost of winter that helps to feed the new cycle. I am at the end of a cycle, stepping in to a new phase.
Read moreMon Day
I sat there like it was a park bench on a beautiful day, looking out across the expense. My heart was breaking, my eyes tearing, all the while not surprised by this result. I kept reasoning, “This the natural progression of dementia. The goal is to help her let go.” Perhaps I had to let go too.
Read moreNatural Exit
“Death is rarely fast and easy. It is also rarely painful,” Arvin said. He also reminded us, “you’re never too late to switch course,” which provided the dark levity our guilt-ridden Catholic hearts needed.
Read moreRaised Right
It’s mesmerizing really how this river of time carries us forth over rapids, through eddies, around great long, slow curves, and under objects. All the while the flora and fauna observing our traverse. Who are we to join the ranks and watch time flow by as well? Steady in your presence, anchored to yourself.
Read more