This is a poem I wrote shortly after my son died, about grief.

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 →