Questions of Grief

  Grief saunters in, uninvited, turning the warmth of summer’s heat cold with winter’s frost. Grief is the unwelcome companion of the death of a loved one.   Or the death of a friendship.   Or the death of a wish-dream.   Grief is stealthy, coming by night in the...

Peace in These Days

My last post began with these words, Last week I buried my beloved father. Today begins as an echo from the depths of a heartbroken daughter,   Last week I buried my beloved mother.   Exactly one month separated my father’s departure into Glory from my mother’s.   Too...

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