Memorial

Right before you got very ill, Mom, you had already made up your mind. You wanted no funeral. No wake. No trace left behind but the memories you built yourself with each of us. You wrote letters to us to be read after you were gone. You made every consideration to make sure we knew…

Grief, Redemption, and calling the Unknown Home

The sound was deafening. I heard it, felt it the way winds can howl like banshees and blow open weak doors. With a shudder, the stillness broke like a bomb going off in a prayer. The dream of falling startled me awake in the strangeness of that place, on the edge of the bed. So…

Happy Birthday, Mom!

In honor of your 74th (!!!) Birthday, Mom, I am posting this picture of you I found while looking through the old photo books. Sporting killer abs in Colorado, circa 1970-something. What a HAWTIE! It may be hard to believe you are 74 today but it’s easy to understand how you’ve managed to stay looking…