Are you a planner or a worrier?
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
I have been writing since I was a little girl. My mother kept some of my first poems I wrote in elementary school. It is so fun to look back at those things. I have kept a journal since I was 14 years old. Not a daily journal, just whenever the mood struck me to … Continue reading Writing Along The Way
At first I didn't really want to write about losing my son Michael because that would make it real and I didn't want it to be real. At first I felt like I could pick up my phone and text him and he would answer. At first it is just so darn hard to believe … Continue reading Coming To Grips With The Stark Reality