This is a poem I wrote shortly after my son died, about grief.
Author: Christina Yoder
I am a fun loving, daughter, sister, wife, mom, grandmom and friend who loves to write, swim, listen to music, sing, do crafts and I love nature and animals. I have seven children, (one who lives in heaven) and five grandchildren (although I don't feel old enough for that many!)
One Day At A Time
Are you a planner or a worrier?
Life Is But A Vapor
Seven years ago, when my son Michael died, I spoke at his funeral. My son Justin spoke too. We asked his cousins if any of them wished to speak about Mike at his funeral. Out of fifteen nieces and nephews, one decided she would like to say a few words about her cousin. My niece … Continue reading Life Is But A Vapor
Out Of The Mouths Of Babes
Everyone knows that kids say the darndest things. I work at an elementary school and they celebrate the 100th day of school by letting the kids dress up like old people. So on that day I was talking with a little girl who said to me, " You didn't have to dress up, your already … Continue reading Out Of The Mouths Of Babes
