Words for the Journey

 Remember me within your laughter

SHE NEVER CARED FOR FLOWERS

Lost a Loved One

I turned 40 years old last week.  Today is the thirty-fifth anniversary of my mother’s death in a car accident.  For practically my whole life, the turning of the next year in my life and my mom’s death have been inextricably linked.  I can’t think of one without t

I started the diet. I want to call it the ‘new eating program’ or something else, something less oppressive than ‘diet’ – but the fact is, I started the diet.

When the wind blows Do you feel me As I brush against your face And when the sun shines Can you see me... As I light up your whole space When the birds sing It is me there Encouraging their song When the clock strikes And you miss me

I whisper to you softlyAnd brush against you with my tou

Papa You were with me when I was threeI never knew when your death would beThe day I heard you had cancer I was cryingKnowing you had about 6 months before dying

“I’m having trouble sleeping. My mind won’t settle. I’m nervous and fidgety. I can’t concentrate,” Mary said, gently rocking back and forth.“In fact, I seem to be anxious about everything,” she concluded.

How do I help my friend or family member during their suffering? The very thought of someone dying, the death of a child or close family member most often creates fear and apprehension in people. The imagination begins to run wild and the mental vision of one’s own death or someone close or even dying can make our own mortality seem very real.

February 24.-10 whole years ago on this day I was making my phone calls to place you in rehab number 18 while Daddy waited to drive you.Furious,stressed out and resigned,he brought you and you two had quite the laugh over a drunk man in the lobby area.While I prepared for another "mini vacation"I did my usual...cleaned your entire room,ridding it of baggies,needles,reminders of what was and wha

I had read here many times that the second year was the hardest. I am beginning to see why.