Words for the Journey

Listen to the wordsAnd see the tearsHere the painAnd feel the fear I am not the sameGrief has me tornEmotions flood meAs I continue to mourn I don’t understand itAnd don’t like the reasonGrief has strengthened meTo face any season You see the changesAnd say I am strongI know why you say itBut you are wrong I’m a better personI had to surviveGiven the choiceI would wish them alive

BEING A CAREGIVER:  THE MOST DIFFICULT ROLE WE WILL EVER HAVE TO FACE 

WHO PUT THE TABOO IN DATING? 

There is something safe about staying where we are. When I was a child my mother always told me to “stay put” if I got separated from her. She would then find me. The few times I found myself lost as a child I would do what she said and wait knowing that my mother would come to me. It was very safe to "stay put" when I was lost.

Wedding Bliss – The Mother of the Bride…ALMOST

Listening Not Knowing What to Say Silence today, is a rare valued presence to possess, Those who are able to practice it will be truly blessed. For in the season of sufferings and in healing solitude There will be many who’ll need this blessing from you. Just listening to the afflicted in pain is plenteous to bear

This whole mother's day thing can be a real drag when you don't have a mother. Advertisements on the radio and television... emails piling up in your mailbox... plans being created all around you. When you don't have a mother to celebrate, it's quite possible to feel like the loneliest person on the planet this week, especially, on Mother's Day.

My daughter Jaimè Jacinda was only with me for four short days before she passed away in my arms. My struggle to find answers to the questions ‘Why?’ and ‘Why Me?’ haunted me for a long time. Making sense of your own child’s death is no easy feat. How does one move on and find some sense of meaning in life when you’ve been challenged with the biggest injustice imaginable.

On Mother's Day I miss my son.Yet I look up into the sky and feel him smiling down on me. On Mother's Day other mothers are accepting handmade gifts from their childrenWhen I bask in the glow of my son's bravery. On Mother's Day some mothers are having breakfast in bed.I wake up next to my husband who thinks I am the best mommy ever! On Mother's Day I miss having the duties of a mommy.Yet my duty is to spread his story and his inspiration every chance I get. 

I wish I could say "I knew my father" I did not but I did know his pain, I knew that pain all too well.  It took over his life ran his world, you see my mom died when I was 9 years old leaving behind a husband and 4 children 11,9,7 and 2.  When mom died in essense dad died also.  At least the part of him that was rationale and tender,loving.  He never spoke of my mother again nope not once she was just gone from our lives forever.  And dad his life after that was full of fear and anger and harshness.  By all outward appearances it seemed as if he