Tag: Childloss
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Thanks Before the Miracle
In November I posted on Facebook about a phrase that stood out for me from a devotional. The writer was referencing the story of the five loaves and two small fish (John chapter 6) and said that she had previously missed an important detail in the telling. Jesus took the loaves and then the fish…
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New Year’s Resolution
A note to readers: Not everything I write is directly about child loss. But, everything I write is influenced by my experience as a bereaved parent. I’ve said before that my life has been fundamentally changed by my daughter’s death, just as my life was fundamentally changed when I became a parent to my two…
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Angel or Star?
Last week I talked about how I felt the first Christmas after Rachel died, and how hard it was to decorate and celebrate. It still is, in fact. This is the sixth Christmas since we lost our daughter, and there is always a measure of sadness leavening my joy during the holidays. Still, the decorations…
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O Christmas Tree
Even though officially there’s a month between Thanksgiving and Christmas, it seems like as soon as the leftover cranberry sauce goes in the fridge, the Christmas decorations come out of storage. I’ve always been a stickler for each holiday having its own time. No handmade turkeys until the jack-o-lantern gets thrown out. And, please PLEASE…
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Bittersweet
Well, I made it through another one. Holiday, that is. Boy, that sounds cynical, doesn’t it? I really don’t mean for it to. We had a wonderful Thanksgiving with my older daughter and her brood plus several other family members – 14 of us in all. We ate way too much delicious food, played silly…
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A Hard Week
This has been a hard week emotionally. A classmate of my 15-year-old grandson took his own life on Wednesday. There are almost no words to express the tragedy of a person that age thinking that life is not worth living. There is nothing that a 15-year-old could do, say, think, or feel that a parent…
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Crying
Of all sports related movies, I like baseball ones best. And of the many baseball movies, my favorite is “A League of Their Own.” On the remote chance that you haven’t seen it, the movie centers around the formation of a women’s professional baseball league during WWII to keep the sport alive while so many…
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When Grief Consumes Us
Grieving is hard work. In most cultures, especially in years past, mourners were given deference and allowed space and time to themselves to grieve. Some people might dress in a certain way (in all black, for example) or wear a black armband for a specified period of time so they could be recognized as being…
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Tu Me Manques
Today (October 31st) is Rachel’s birthday. Here on earth she would be turning 36 years old. In her Heavenly home she is timeless. Forever 31 ½? I don’t know. I’m not sure how age works in Heaven. I know how it works here – every day I get a little older. Farther away from the…
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Worrywart
I’m a worrier by nature. A worrywart. What an odd word! It originated from the name of a comic strip character (Worry Wart) and was used to describe someone who constantly pestered people. It evolved into meaning someone who worries incessantly. My husband would say both meanings apply to me. I would say he exaggerates.…
A Light for My Path 