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sorrow

  • Die in peace.

    A horrifying thought flittered across my mind, “ I need to write a letter to my father,” and it is like a thorn that won’t leave me alone, a bug, a thought I can’t swipe away, or flick back to… Continue reading

  • Hand and Hand.

    All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France Somehow I missed the melancholy of… Continue reading

  • Love Sorrow, By Mary Oliver

    Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must take care of what has been given. Brush her hair, help her into her little coat, hold her hand, especially when crossing the street. For, think, what if you should lose… Continue reading

  • A Willing Witness

    “…grateful for your willingness to witness our loss” is part of a sentence I read on Facebook tonight, which struck me as odd that there are two kinds of witnesses.   I never thought that there could be willing witnesses… Continue reading

  • “Learning To Play Well With Others!”

    “Thanks for not yelling at me too much this past year and hopefully it will be even less in the year to come”, is written in one of my Mother’s Day cards.   I felt great pleasure in knowing that… Continue reading