What was there is no longer there: Not his touch, not his words: "I prefer you without clothes" Not the intimacy, legs and arms intertwined with need Not the pillow talk, eyes searching eyes for meaning The diagnosis threatens to separate us We resist. We persist. We don't give it the power it wants. At …
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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 leave these “grace” related posts on dying and death and move increasingly toward my “new normal.” I don’t mind that expression, although I know some do. They say there will never be another “normal.” But …
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 something not right about this. We did not expect her death. We were ecstatic when we heard her surgery for cancer was successful. We were relieved when she transferred out of ICU, then greatly worried …
“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 in a long time. My brother died an unexpectedly early and quick death from pancreatic cancer nearly six years ago. At one Thanksgiving collection of out-of-state family members he was there, at the next he …
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