On a quiet, windless afternoon in early July, I sat myself down to write about anything other than the horrid grieving process topic, and the river of memories that ripple through me in the waking hours. I inhaled a few fat breaths, prayed to the angels, and the guides, and God, and my brother to … Continue reading The Cardinal’s Message
The Blogging Tour Continues.....
Writers Write. Writers want people to read their work. Writers are humbled when readers like what they write. AND writers support each other or at least I personally think it's the "right" thing to do. Several weeks ago I was invited to join a “writing process” blog tour by Kelly Byrne to do just thatSUPPORT talented … Continue reading The Blogging Tour Continues….
I’ve asked myself in those quiet moments, WHO am I now? who AM I now? Who am I NOW? Each time I ask the question, stress a different word, it leads me back to more questions. A sister with one less brother? A daughter whose parents feel as if they’ve driven into a concrete wall? … Continue reading I Can’t Find What’s Not Lost
Saturdays are sacred. It’s the one day of the week that I can serve the woman who gave me and my four brothers life. The woman who nurtured us into the men and woman we’ve become. The woman who has already had to say goodbye to one son. (first one on the right...my brother, Rocky) … Continue reading A Wingless Angel
A FINAL TRIBUTE.
Dear my beloved readers, I've received several requests to post the tribute I wrote for my amazing and much-loved brother and read during his memorial on Sunday, May 4th, 2014. Some of the material is new and some are excerpts from earlier posts. As always, thank you for reading. Rocky, a son, a husband, a father, … Continue reading A FINAL TRIBUTE
We do not own each other. Kids don’t belong to their parents. Spouses don’t belong to each other. We are lent to each other until our lease runs out. The only permanent truth is knowing that everything is impermanent. It’s knowing that we take our first breath alone. We take our last breath alone. We … Continue reading Until Our Lease Runs Out
There’s no getting away from myself when Day’s incessant chatter quiets. After her shift ends and Night’s long shift begins. There’s no crawling out of my own skin and kicking it into a corner after the pitter-patter of feet, heading to bed, fade out. When phones are charging and message alerts have been switched to … Continue reading A Conversation with Grief
One mid-afternoon, I took myself on another walk over crunchy snow, along crooked trails. My shadow followed me until I turned and waved goodbye to the person I used to be before I had to say goodbye to my brother. Before I knelt, bare knees on hard rocks and watched his ashes blow from a … Continue reading Dance In The Flames