Silent Tears #2
“The Angels are here now ...” The clock illuminated 2:30am, "the Angels are here now" he repeated. He was sleeping next to his sister and the angels had come to see them. Was it because for the last two days I could see a sort of sullen … Read more →
Father’s Wake
FATHER'S WAKE Yesterday, we buried apa, my father. Today, I sit with people I do not know. Attend a Mother’s Day brunch at the Hungarian Church hall. Courtland township beside Lake Erie. Muddy, unpaved roads: listening to the cimbalom. The … Read more →
Silent Tears #1
She sat in the passenger seat next to me, silent tears running down her beautiful cheeks and although I wanted her to tell me everything, I respected her silence. My 9 year old daughter had endured more than any 9 year old should have to endure.
Midday
Amia Moore gives us an honest and compelling view of how her family overcomes grief and finds the peace and strength to move forward in the shadows of a deep loss.
Morning Song
Michael Lebowitz remembers a friend with dignity, respect, honour and honesty.
The Life of Brian
Sometimes someone is taken well before you realize how important they will be to you in the future. Brian was such a man.
Through the Tumble
A man and woman drive across the prairie to her father’s funeral, their grief reflected in the landscape around them.
The House of My Heart
It is just a house, an old Cape Cod that was ostentatious when it was built many, many years ago. The red roof will need to be replaced. When it was first put on, my great uncle Howard was still alive and capable of roofing with the help of my … Read more →
Happy St. Rusty’s Day
There’s St. Patrick’s Day and Valentine’s Day, but for Christianne Tisdale, a better reason to celebrate is the day she calls St. Rusty’s Day in homage to her hilarious, wise and “gloriously heart to heart” friend who died of cancer.
What Cancer Cannot Take Away
Cancer took away Elaine’s life, but it didn’t take everything. Paulette Rivait looks back over her relationship with a remarkable woman.
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