Words for the Journey

December is a month filled with a disproportionate amount of emotion for my family.  Like so many others we will come together along with friends to celebrate Christmas. 

C.S.

 My Love for you holds vigilHonoring you within, and  without,forever missing you, forever alteredforever changed, yet remain unbroken 

For most, the holiday season is a cherished time of year when families and friends come together to honor their faith, enjoy a formal dinner, or simply spend precious time together.  But if someone in the gathering is in the midst of profound grief, it can turn the merriment into a tense and stressful time.  Why is the trea

I am thankful for the brilliant teachings contained in “The Afterlife of Billy Fingers” by Annie Kagan.  For me, Billy’s teachings are not just about life, death and the afterlife; they are about recognizing that every life has value, regardless of what is seen on the surface.

When a change comes into your world full of shock, devastation and of great pain shattering all you are, all you have, all your dreams it’s as though you wait for your eyes to open to see that it just was really a dream.  Two years ago this was my nightmare that to my surprise was no dream, I can’t explain enough how shattered your whole life comes to many little pieces laying ar

Seeing the pain in your eyes brings me back to the days of mine that where I felt nothing will ever be the same, that where I was I’d be forever held captive in pain for the rest of the life that I lived.  When I hear the words that are spoken loss of hope and belief of what happiness you had will ever re

When I come from the colder side of thinking my mind asks “why did I just have to look down at my father with no life in him as before, laying still but looking at peace”?  Why did he leave me when we could have done so much more with each other, that I wasted so much time running from my past that I ignored the fact to just be love?  “Why did I have to wake up every single

I'm feeling sorrow today as I remember my youngest son, Craig, on what would be his 29th birthday. For those of you who don't know, Craig died of a blood infection following intense chemotherapy for acute lymphatic leukemia. He died at age 10 years, 8 months and 4 days.

Holiday ExpectationsBy Bart Sumner 

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November 13, 2005: Rabbi: “Do you take this woman for better or for worse, in sickness and in health….to be your…wife?”Lee: I do.February 13, 2006: A co-worker: “Robyn, sorry to disturb the meeting, but your husband is on the phone with a family emergency.”  I pick up the phone and before my husband could even speak, I bawl, “My brother is dead.”