I know
how much she suffered
her body wracked with pain
Continue readingThe tree in the cemetery that
died a wintry death
will come back to life
with spring’s reviving breath.
Continue readingA life is made
and when we look we see
valley and hill
times of blessing
times of adversity.
Continue readingThe diggers dig
that’s their job.
A new resident
will come
meanwhile
a pretty bluebird
flies. Continue reading
There are certain days on the calendar that are marked for celebration or remembrance. Usually we think of them as happy days but sometimes they are quiet days of reflection. December 2 became a marked day for me in 2011 when mom passed away. Every December 2nd since then I have remembered, reflected, and some things I try to forget. I have tried various ways to spend that day to help get through the 24 hours. One year I bore my testimony. One year I tried to do an act of service. I just try to find some small way to do something mom would be proud of. Continue reading
Here are a few imperfect thoughts about grief. Continue reading