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Grief
When Death Becomes Light
It was a silky, milky Scene this past Sunday Beyond the lake bluff. The horizon had been erased, Reminding me of the day That had reminded me of The first of the last seven days of my mother’s life. There had been no divide Between water and Sky, heaven and...
When Gratitude and Grace Step Into the Moment
There’s a saying about two men riding in a wagon, one looking forward and one looking back, that asks the question, ‘which one are you?’. It’s a good reminder to not get stuck in the past, to keep moving forward, but this morning I had to ask,...
No Turning Back
It’s been ten years today since my mom’s passing. She loved Morning Buns so I bought one yesterday to have for breakfast this morning. They’re big, Todd and I share. You can peel off the layers one at a time. Fannie was begging for some. I told Todd to give her the...