Words for the Journey

We are so often confused by all the advise out there. The cliches, old and new. "Let go of your grief so your loved one can be at peace", "it was meant to be" "he/she cannot contact you or send yoiu signs because your are too caught up in your grief and pain" "you have to live for them now" "it is not good to not go out" "you shouldnt cry so much".

“It’s not like they’re family.”That was the original title of the book I promised to write. It was the spring of 2006, and I was sitting in the coffeehouse around the corner from my daughter’s school. My friend, Delle, sat across from me, sipping her green tea chai latte.

I'm watching "It's a wonderful life".   What a Christmas  favorite.  Mama, we used to watch it every year.  I don't think we watched it last year, because I was too busy.  If I'd only known you would be in heaven this year.  I feel so far away from my "normal" self.  So far away from everything good.

Each Day is a New Day.  How you spend every moment of each day, is truly up to you.  The Choices that you have are many.  The opportunities in each day that you live, are Endless…….

"This is a mini documentary about Sander who, at the age of 6 dies of cancer. Shortly before his death he had a very realistic dream about Heaven and told his mother, Mieke, all about it. Mieke now tells their story in this clip.This is very comforting for a lot of parents. It is in dutch but subtitled in English.

I left my Footsteps in your Memories I left my Love inside your Heart

Wrapping Christmas gifts is an arduous task this year, even with much fewer presents to wrap. I sit on the floor by the tree, no need to wrap my treasures in secret. I carefully wrapped your daughter's gift, then sat alone and cried. After I write this I will do another for my sisters or brother. Wrap, cry, wrap, cry, one at a time, until they are done.  

You Will Always Be My One And OnlyYou brought so much love to me In a way I had never experienced before You thrilled me, you delighted me You were the one I'd been pleading for

 Beginnings.

The number 18 never really carried a whole lot of significance in my life until a year and half ago. Now the number 18 has become one that I can’t get out of my head. My Mom was born on October 18th so for the first 25 years of my life (or 20 if we’re talking years I can actually remember) the 18th of October was the only 18th I ever paid attention to.

What do we give someone for the holidays who is grieving?