Grief at Thirty-six Months: Honey, would you please…
Come back for just a day? I want to tell you about— The water softener spraying water over the furnace …
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Thirty-five months.
P is for Presley, as in Elvis
Last Saturday night, on my twenty-minute drive home from a concert downtown by our South Dakota Symphony Orchestra, my body …
Grief at Twenty-two Months: Write Along with Me
Time heals all wounds is a cliché that’s been around a long time. And disputed as well. Counselor Worth Kilcrease …
Grief at Twenty-one Months: A Fun Memory from a Long Marriage
For the past few weeks, I’ve been sorting, thinning, and throwing away files. Dozens of them. And reminiscing. Yesterday, among …
Grief at Fifteen Months: How Long Has It Been?
I ran into some folks the other day who’d come to pray with Marv two days before his death. I’d …
Grace Notes #17: Grief at One Year
What was there is no longer there: Not his touch, not his words: “I prefer you without clothes” Not the …
Grace Notes #14 – Grief at Six Months
Marv passed away six months and fourteen hours ago. I’m feeling it is time for me to move on. To …
A Tribute to My Sister Esther – 1937-2017
I have her shoes, the new white Skechers she’d packed carefully in her “wear home from the hospital” bag. There’s …
“I’m Dewey’s youngest sister.” Grief revisited.
“I’m Dewey’s youngest sister.” These words of introduction hold unique poignancy for me. I’ve not been able to say them …
Write Along with Me 