Words for the Journey

Death makes us examine life.  Why did this happen?  Could death have been prevented?  How will I live my life now?  These are just a few of the questions mourners ask.  As we struggle to find answers, we must deal with daily tasks – grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry, bills, and home repairs. 

Grief is hard. IT HURTS.We lose people, marriages, relationships, jobs, health, homes, financial solvency, and so on. Whatever the loss, we grieve.Why does grief hurt so much? There are many reasons. Here are seven.

You hold our family tightYou do the very best you canYou try to be the strongestIt’s not easy being a man

A woman left blue, a woman in painThe deeper you love, the more that you gainThe more that you gain, the more you can lose

In visiting my friend who is in her last chapter of her life, she wanted to share her home with me that I haven’t seen in years….she took me thru room by room and each keepsake, knick knack, piece of furniture, painting, crazy bottle opener, and all that “stuff” that we accumulate throughout our lives.   She shared stories and memories with me.  Most were about her mother and in

My heart aches with loneliness in a room full of peopleI cover up my pain with smiles and jokesTears run down my face in the darkness of my soulMy voice screams silent screams to hold you againPeople say they understand but they can't and wont

Oh Sweet Child of Mine, Please don’t be sad Since I walk in Heaven’s lightFor It truly was my time to goAnd I keep you in my sightI Gave you life’s foundationand my legacy shines clearSo don’t forget to live for meI haven’t left you, I’m right hereI see you as you stumbleand sometimes you even fall

When I was a senior in high school, just 6 short years ago, my mother was diagnosed with cancer and passed away just a couple of months later. She was an incredible woman and her death was a devastating loss for our community and my family.

Remind me, when the sun warms my cold bones, that life has not always been this way. Let its warmth show me that once, the cold did not reach so deeply. Let the wind whisper in my ear of better days, happier times, least I forget. Have the colors of the rainbow shoot far into the sky and brighten a grey, empty world least I forget the true colors of life.

Saying goodbye….

Feb. 10th 1988 I said good-bye to my father I was 16.  Today on my birthday I turn the same age my father was when he was murdered 44 years young.Today is also my Mother's  birthday, I was born on her birthday August 17.  My mother would be 69 today but she passed away at the early age of 47.