Grief is a curious thing. We each manage it differently and it affects us all in unique to us ways. All my life, in trauma situations, my reaction is to push all emotion aside and deal with what needs to get done. I think it comes from a combination of places, including learning at a
Samhain seems a fitting time to be closing out a life, remembering a man who was strong and vibrant and saying goodbye. My relationship with my father was not always an easy one. We are both headstrong and opinionated, and when those opinions differed, things could get heated. I had a period in my life
Anniversaries can be hard. A twentieth anniversary after nearly two years of worldwide sorrow and loss is going to be hard. Some of us can not look away from the images and footage. Some of us can’t bear to see it again. Some of us fall somewhere in the middle of that. Please be kind
My first experience with death came when I was fifteen years old. In the space of less than seven days, my father’s mother died and a childhood friend died. Grandma’s passing wasn’t a big shock, but finding out about Dennis that Monday morning at school was like a punch to my gut. The shock of
It’s amazing how time flies by and suddenly you realize you haven’t posted to your blog in weeks. After my stepfather’s passing, there was pride and in between and since has been the never ending parade of tasks involved in helping my mother move on. She moved in with my brother and his family yesterday.
My stepfather died on Friday at a few minutes after 2pm, more than two hours after we pulled the life support. When I first met Robert Flory twenty-one years ago, I was not his biggest fan, I’ll admit. I thought he wasn’t good enough for my mother, I thought he was a gruff old man,