In my early memories of my father, he softly appears in partial recollections of places and activities but I can’t see his face. My father, Joseph, passed away seven weeks ago and would have turned 94-years-old this week.
Taking Care of Yourself While Dealing with a Sick Loved One
There are many positive and supportive ways to incorporate wellness into your daily life while coping with the stress of a loved one’s illness.
The Second Gate
Why do we grieve and who do we grieve for? Guest Author Shaun Carter ponders the place of death’s poignancy and its accompanying grief in all our lives.
Sisters
John was fortunate. He had two beautiful sisters. They are no longer with him but he will always love them. This is his note to them and to himself which he offers as a sharing.
The Suppression of Male Tears
I was 13 years old. As one of the pallbearers, I stood at the end of the line, watching the casket sliding from the hearse. Suddenly, I felt weak. Grief rushed through me in a way I hadn’t known before. I turned away, just at the time when I should have been reaching up. My uncle turned and screamed something nasty at me. What exactly, I don’t remember. Only that “do your job” was tagged to the end of it. I didn’t forgive him for years for that, even though it was mostly a reaction out of fear that the casket would fall.
Visiting a Dying Friend
During the visit, it was clear that Brian was fading. He tried to talk to us, but really couldn’t muster the strength to say anything coherently. I remember looking into his eyes, and saying “I miss our talks” and I’m almost sure he tried to say to me “Maybe we’ll have another.”
We never got another chance. He died Thursday.
Why Was This Story Best Told As A Memoir?
A tangible benefit of writing memoir is catharsis – in sharing the story, to feel the events – and in some way, be able to let go of the emotional charge.
An Empty Chair
This grief feels thicker somehow. There’s no one here but me, rattling about and stepping over shadows of invisible cats, rewriting the script of my daily life.
Saying Good-Bye, Again
Guest Author Carole Poppleton-Schrading shares a daughter’s struggle to make peace with an alcoholic parent.
Walk In His Shoes
By walking in my Dad’s shoes – by exploring his story – I healed my past and claimed my own path and my birthright – to be a writer and a teller of stories.
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