Words for the Journey

“You’re alive, but you feel a part of you is vanished. You look in the mirror, all body parts are intact. You breathe --A wave of emotion courses through your body like an agonizing muscle spasm. You look again in the mirror. You just know something is missing. You feel the emptiness in your chest. It will never be replaced. It can never be replaced.

I heard the coolest idea for getting the help you need it after loss.

Yes, they're coming! We can't hide, it's inevitable. The holidays are here!

Trying Something New 

 I have become so fond of the color that represents my pain. The color of despair and sorrow, the very depths of my unhappiness. Black represents me in so many ways.The hole that becomes big enough to consume my entire body, black knows no boundaries. An endless fall to the very bottom of a cave,

When people think of a person in bereavement, perhaps phrases that come to my mind include: “I know how you feel, my cat just died”, “Come on it was only a __”, “G-d needed another angel”,” Why are you not over it already”, or “You know it’s time to move on.”  Grief is a powerful emotion.  It is a different experience for everyone, including members of the same household.  Howeve

As I type this, the nip in the October air is a reminder that the major holidays are just around the corner. Halloween paraphernalia has been in the stores since July with Christmas decorations right behind them.

Hey there sonHaven’t seen you in a whileWish I could get  a picture of you.How do you look?Have you changed at all?Or do you look like you will always look?Who have you met? I bet my Grandparents love you.I wonder if they look young up there?

Grief Grief oh grief      You’re like a lowly thief in the dark of the nightand cut a deep wound as sharp as a knifeGrief oh grief

I don't know why I was surprised when I received the call at 4:08am on May 11, 2012 that my mom had passed. After all, she had lung cancer, terrible bout of COPD, she battled mental illness, addictions to cigarettes, painkillers and xanax and lost at the age of 64.

It’s been quite some time since I’ve written a blog as it’s been hard to figure out what to really write about. We, and when I say “we” I am talking about Ed and I, started this blog to keep everyone up to date on his battle with sarcoma. That was the purpose. Well, as we all know, his battle is over. So do I end the blog especially since it’s no longer “we”?