Words for the Journey

Today, the five of us sat at the table, eating lunch and talking about death. Sometimes laughing and at other times in tenuous, heavy tones— we talked about what we’d want our funerals to look like and how we felt about the ones we’d been to. I’m not sure how the conversation led us to this place, but I’m also not sorry it did. At some point, in some way, death will touch us all.

My baby lives in heaven,

 There are no shadows up in Heaven

Recently a friend invited me over to share a glass of wine and catch up on life.   We had returned to her home after enjoying lunch at a local cafe feasting on southern style meat and 3 and our sweet tea all while sitting outside breathing in the sweet Tennessee air.  I am not sure we stopped talking from the moment we saw one another.  It was one of the most

We are just a few short days away from Father's Day.  My behavior is becoming stranger and stranger by the second.

We are born selfish. The only thing that matters to us in our earliest days is being fed, sleeping when we need it, and being comforted when we want it.

“Normal has disappeared. I don’t know what that is anymore,” Kathy said. Grief impacts our thoughts, emotions, physical health, and spiritual well-being. Simply put, it affects everything. Our normal is gone.No wonder we feel crazy sometimes.

#6… This is my sixth article on life, death, grief, and signs.  To make sense of the journey I propose for you, I recommend that you, please, step through my articles in order.  They may be found at https://thegrieftoolbox.com/users/jamiepaulwesseler    I make this recommendation only because it is the jo

It was just like any other night

For me, 2007 was a year of death. My daughter (mother of my twin grandchildren) died from the injuries she received in a car crash, my father-in-law succumbed to pneumonia, my brother had a fatal heart attack, and my former son-in-law died from the injuries he received in another car crash. All of this happened within six months. I was in such shock I could hardly think.

Mrs. Rose Kennedy once stated, “It has been said, ‘Time heals all wounds.’  I do not agree.  The wounds remain.  In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens.  But it is never gone.”