Reading through your diaries – back during those nasty divorce years – I remember dealing with my own issues as a young teenager; never realizing how you suffered as well… especially missing mum.
Dear Dad
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Dear Dad
Death of a Neighbor
Today, we watched his body being removed from the house he no doubt lived in for decades. Yesterday, I noticed that he hadn’t been outside, and I wondered innocently enough if he had “gone on vacation or something.”
Letting Go, Moving Forward…
What’s the hardest thing about downsizing? Parting with the things we keep for both practical and sentimental reasons. Let’s face it, some things are REALLY hard to part with! My old cell phone, for instance, has no use whatsoever, except that it stores the text messages that my sister Ferne and I shared daily for the 3 years before she died. The memories stored there are priceless to me but meaningless to anyone else.
Supporting a Grieving Friend from Afar
Watching a friend go through the grieving process can make us feel helpless; a condition only worsened when we live far away from them or are constantly on the traveling road.
Love Factually
Even when the truth crushed me, like ever-creeping walls, closing in like some Indiana Jones scenario, and me without my party, and an invisible quiver I couldn’t even see, of arrows with fire that had burned out long ago, and my only shield was my ability to be scarier than than the fears I faced.
Final Arrangements: Saying Goodbye to Your Loved One Without Regrets
The death of a loved one is obviously going to be an emotionally challenging time, but amongst the turmoil and distress, there are also practical issues that need to be addressed, if you are going to be able to say your final goodbyes in the best possible way.
My Baby Boomer Parents Up-Sized, And That’s a Good Thing
The other day, I was driving down a main thoroughfare in my town, and I saw a billboard that read: “The Roles are Reversed.” It showed two pictures of the same family.
The Lost and Found Gift of Love
I had to grow up fast… from being a “cowboy” to a man… figuratively, throwing myself at her feet; literally, begging for forgiveness.
Having a Female Tribe
Growing up, all my friends were of the opposite sex. Many of the girls I knew growing up, especially in my formative years, weren’t the nicest people. I was bullied profusely by my fellow girls. Therefore, I stayed away from most of them.
Merry-go-round Memories
Life appeared less complicated when we were young. Our days of imaginary play have become years of reality.
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