This week, author Kathleen M. Rodgers shares a healing experience she had after two hard losses. You’ll find her bio and links after the article. Thank you, Kathleen. *** Two weeks after the death of my dog
Read more →Bereavement and End of Life
Don’t run away from grief, o soul, Look for the remedy inside the pain, because the rose came from the thorn and the ruby came from a stone. ~ Rumi The weight of my husband Vic’s death
Read more →“My doctor gave me a prescription,” Virginia says pointing vaguely toward a piece of paper on her counter. “Will you fill it at Wegman’s?” “Sure,” I say, picking up the slip and reading. “It’s for a walker,
Read more →“You sit in front,” Liz offers. “No, you sit with David,” I say. She belongs next to David, not me. My son David, his bride Liz, and I head for Watkins Glen State Park on this glorious
Read more →After the last meeting of our four-week bereavement support group, participants talk in groups of two or three in the parking lot. We said our formal goodbye 30 minutes ago, but they’re still laughing, weeping, and sharing
Read more →“They’re all wounded,” I thought as I watched people in the grocery store or on the street, “but I can’t see their scars and they can’t see mine.” While anxiously awaiting my husband Vic’s cancer diagnosis in
Read more →As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me? You are completely screwed, Because the next question is How Much?… ~Tony Hoagland, “The Loneliest Job in the World” And after that, Does he love
Read more →It was only a little flu. After Thanksgiving break, Vic’s students often returned to campus with international viruses. His flu shot wasn’t effective, even though mine was. Just the luck of the draw. Symptoms weren’t severe—runny nose,
Read more →Three-year-old David snuggled on our friend Jeanne Astor’s lap in an Ithaca clothing store. “What’s your daddy like?” a saucy saleswoman asked curly-topped David. “My daddy’s tough as nails,” David said with all the bravado he could
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