Words for the Journey

I have discovered that for me, spiritual growth is driven by intent to develop a different perspective and by paying attention to connections in the universe that facilitate that different perspective.

The empty chair it stares at me,that empty chair at the table.We'd love to sit back down,but I just don't think we're able. 

Walking through life without you is far too difficult. Missing you every second. Going down memory lane the first moment I held you your tiny body to the moment I held your lifeless body close to me as long as I could. I feel at times I'm on overload. She was 28, and we are raising her daughter skylynn who just turned 4 in Jan. 22-2013.

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            There are many deep wounds when it comes to murder, not only for me, the sister who lost the brother due to murder, but also for the extended family and much more. Inside the household of that person, who lost the loved one, there are so many ways it affects these people, homes, and life.

DEEP LOVEOh, God! You paint for us a canvas of such exquisite beauty and abundant opportunities to open more, oh God to You!We fall, we grieve, oh, God! We rise again... stronger, more empowered by your love! And again, we venture forth; and once again we falter... discovering the blessings in even the most painful circumstances.

“Eventually, all things merge into one and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.” – Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It.

This isn’t just no ordinary coffee mug with the name Timothy on it. It is the name of my thirty one year old baby brother who was murdered on February 10th 2012. It is not mug that was bought in one of those stores that sell the items with names on them. It was bought at a store that resells hand me downs and donated items. It's not likely to carry a coffee mug like this!

My son, Greg, age 13, died by suicide on September 19, 2005.

It began in October of 2010, I got a phone call saying my mom had been taken to the hospital because they thought she might of had a stroke, they kept her for a few days and then left her come home. On Nov.

 The Power in Pain

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear. William Shakespeare Though not my typical article about grief and loss issues, I found the number of child deaths among our US Presidents throughout history interesting.