Oh, how I love encountering quotes scribbled on coffee shop walls. Call it coincidence, fate, morphic resonance, or pure egotistical naiveté, but they always seem to be speaking directly to me.
Case in point, this quote:
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Missing Somebody Today?
30 MarThe Missing Guest
1 Jul
You’d think that the hardest time after losing someone would be the anniversary of the person’s death.
Instead, it’s often a day of happiness and dreams fulfilled, a time when you feel the deceased should be there to witness something you know would’ve been so important to them.
For me, it’s remembering my mother-in-law on my daughter’s birthday.
The first year, I expected it, so I was on guard. But last year, it walloped me.
I wrote the following piece from Szaba’s point of view shortly after Sue died. (It ended up inspiring me to write this book.) As I approach Szaba’s third birthday, nothing can explain that annual heartbreak like this letter.
Memorial Day Project, Take 2
13 May
I want to know the stories of that special someone you’ve lost.
Too many times, we’re encouraged not to talk about such things. But those people are still a part of us. And what better time to remember them and their life stories than Memorial Day? Share with me. Share with us.
Last May, I did this Memory Day project, and it was so appreciated, I’m doing it again.
In the comments section below, write the name (first only is fine) and a memory or two you’d like to share. Continue reading
The Passing of the Year (Poem)
31 Dec
I’m always amazed by the human spirit’s agility in the face of unending change, and never more so than at the start of a new year.
What will 2013 hold for you, for me, for the world? New jobs, news discoveries, new inspiration? New losses, new challenges, new hope?
This poem captures that adaptation better than I ever could. I hope you enjoy it.
The Passing of the Year
by Robert W. Service
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit,
My den is all a cozy glow;
And snug before the fire I sit,
And wait to feel the old year go.
I dedicate to solemn thought
Amid my too-unthinking days,
This sober moment, sadly fraught
With much of blame, with little praise.
Old Year! upon the Stage of Time
You stand to bow your last adieu;
A moment, and the prompter’s chime
Will ring the curtain down on you.
Your mien is sad, your step is slow;
You falter as a Sage in pain;
Yet turn, Old Year, before you go,
And face your audience again.
Dia de Los Muertos
2 Nov
I usually do a funny, frivolous post on Fridays, but with Dia de Los Meurtos culminating today, I’m inclined to do something a little different, if that’s alright with you.
As I wrote last year, fall and the holidays have a particularly poignant shade for many of us who grieve.
I use “grieve” in the present tense, for contrary to early thoughts on the subject, there is no finish line in grief, but rather a new appreciation for life with that grief in tow.
Thus I remind you (and myself):
- Talk about the loved one you miss, for your sake and your kids‘.
- Show your kids it’s okay to feel sad and happy.
- And most of all, appreciate moments now, as you’re living them.
Memorial Day Remembrances
28 MayHere are some of the many special people we’re remembering today and a little snapshot as to why.
I hope this little project brings a bit joy to your day and spurs you to share a story of a loved one with those around you.
If you’d like to add your own memory here, it’s never too late for that. All are welcome! Simply post a comment below.
Marjorie Henderson
(Pictured on her wedding day with her husband Donald.)
Confirmed sweetest woman on the planet. Avid photographer.
Loved Paris and anything blue and white.
Richard William Gabrielski
Thumbed from Maryland to Massachusetts to give me, his little sister by 9 years, a heart-shaped locket with the Coast Guard insignia on it … ON my birthday! When the sun came up my parents put him on a bus back to Maryland before he was AWOL!
