I was thinking of the poem “The Death of The Flowers” by William Cullen Bryant as I was driving to my daughter’s house on November 22nd. This poem was one of several that stayed with me after college, implanted in my memory for various reasons. I envisioned a field of dead flowers, a fresh fallen […]
When my mind begins to wake even before my eyes have a chance to glimpse the morning light, I think of you. When I’m driving in my car music gently playing to soothe my aching heart, I think of you. While I am shopping, although I know you’re no longer here with me physically, I always stop in the […]
I’ve had many thoughts of my Dad this past year since losing Konnor. Although it may appear that I grieved harder for Konnor, I grieved just as much for my dad. I suppose when trying to describe my grief to those who couldn’t understand it, I would say I anticipated my father’s loss. I had […]
*My daughter asked me if I wanted to stand up and say something about Konnor at his wake. She said she just couldn’t do it, she was a wreck and understandably so. My first instinct was to scream, “I can’t! I’m an absolute mess, how could I stand in front of everyone and give a speech?” Despite my […]
Just as the season begins to change so do I. Strange how the grieving process works. I looked forward to the end of the summer. The heat and the sun left me feeling exposed. October brings forth the chill of the fall, the kind of chill I can wrap myself up in. I believe grief takes time. But I also […]
By definition the word Abyss can mean “a deep or seemingly bottomless chasm” or “anything that appears to be endless, such as despair” But it can also be defined as “profound difference between people.” How accurate is the word Abyss to the word Grief by definition? Endless despair. Into suffering. Yet the inexplicable ending is […]
As my family reluctantly recalls the events of November 22nd, we find it almost unbelievable that it had been nearly one year since we lost Konnor. For nine long months we have struggled to come to terms with his passing and to say it has been a long hard road is not even close to the truth. […]
I wasn’t sure if I was a believer. I wasn’t raised in a religious family. Oh sure, I was baptized in the Catholic Church, I had my first communion. But I wasn’t taught anything about God that I can recall. So when Konnor died I struggled with my faith. How could a God, if there […]