I’m always worried. I worry about all sorts of things from personal finances to the global economic crisis; from my health to the impending doom of the planet’s destruction. I’m trying to cure myself of this habit but I’m genetically inclined. My mother was a worrier and her mother before Read more…
A little something to share…Grief’s Not a Disease! (thedailybeast.com) As far as I see it, you can’t medicate grief. You can try but you will fail. It’s going to hurt, but it’s going to hurt more the longer you put it off – kind of like removing a band-aid. And the Read more…
I’m no statistician but for each death there is a birth. That has been my experience. Within six months of my mother’s death my sister gave birth to nephew No.2. That sounds like pretty limited experience but there are other examples, the most recent ones striking a cord. Last week Read more…
Brevity is not my strong suit. If it can be said in ten words or less I will masterfully find a way to express it in forty. It’s a gift. But there is one arena where I am skillfully succinct – sharing my condolences. It is easy to express myself Read more…
My bank offered me a line of credit last week. There was a small questionnaire that’s usually a minor formality but because I answer yes that someone in my family had been diagnosed with cancer before the age of sixty a follow-up interview was necessary. And so we begin. Last Doctor’s visit? A Read more…
I figured out eventually that it’s not the death and dying, its the absence of the living. Absence being the key. The death and dying part are but a moment, it’s the after part that throws your world upside down and inside out. The absence of that person, once so Read more…
‘Stating the Obvious’ alert. Obviously it’s a challenge to keep my posts regular. This blogging business is harder than I thought. But that’s obviously true for much of life, you just don’t know until you know. And you can’t know until you try. So I’m going to give this another Read more…
Grieving is a task, a finite event to be crossed off a list. That’s how it felt. Whenever I was conscious of my grieving I’d remind myself ‘this is where we are right now, this too shall pass’. Wrong. It’s a never-ending process. Don’t get me wrong, it does change. Read more…