Five years ago today, my sister’s divorce was finalized. It had been a contentious, painful end to a complicated marriage. I spent the day with her and while I invited her to come out with us, understandably she declined to join us. We were in Kansas City for the 2nd marriage of a dear friend. After their festivities wrapped up, our last night in town happened to be our own wedding anniversary.
Read MoreThere is a shared compassion born of understanding, some call it a club no one ever wanted to be a part of, that buoys each and every one of us as we break down, cry, get angry and reveal those parts of ourselves that are privately protected within.
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Read MoreIt took me a year to begin to grieve.
My last stop before returning home to quickly pack was to the specialty grocer to pick up another date and almond cake like the one I had shipped her at the holidays.
Read MoreAfter our mother died, Grandma Farah stayed with my sister and me while our father worked his night job. Mornings were filled by the sounds of my sister wailing as Farah took a fine tooth comb, ran it under the faucet, double tapped it on the edge of the sink and used it to carve, from front to back, a perfect part down the center of my sister’s skull.
Read MoreMy mother committed suicide 40 years ago when I was just 10 years old, my sister 3 years old.
Read MoreTomorrow marks 39 years living without my mother. Through the years I’ve learned to approach this date with more tempered grief than the year before.
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