Yesterday, April 16, 2026, was 16 years since Matthew died. Or maybe it was April 15th. Time erases things. Maybe that’s best, memory loss about the details surrounding a loss. But I haven’t forgotten everything. Each April, I know the day is coming when the azaleas start to bloom. Before that day in 2010, I…
Tag: death
Making the Days Count
And I’m learning that to sit with grief (which is sometimes seemingly out of the reach of hope or any warm sentiments) is to honor our capacity to love. At some point the chest hurt eases but I’m not grabbing for that moment.
good grief
Is the underlying assumption from my questioner that grief isn’t just about someone dying but wondering about where they’ll end up in the end?
Scattered thoughts on grief and memory
I needed to be alone–it was all too much and just so strange.
Reflections (9/28/19)
We weren’t created with the capacity to breeze through these times. Feeling is a gift, even when it hurts.
Everyday Incongruence
We’re living in whirlwinds Sucking up airless moments Fleeting Gasp gasp gasping . We used the metal concert gates as stretchers for the injured for the deceased . She asks me what the red stuff is. I pretend not to know. Two year olds shouldn’t be able to identify someone else’s blood. . How was…
…and then I remembered.
I was just talking with someone I greatly respect and love. She’s younger than me by a few years. For a moment I wondered if she looks up to me… And then my mind jumped to women older than me who I look up to. And if I wanted to talk with one of those…