August 13th, 2012
Mom had been in the hospital for a couple days at this point. It was around noon on the 11th when she had too much pain in her chest and back to be able to get dressed to go out for lunch, so Dad took her to the Emergency Room. Continue reading Rome : Prologue
This past week, I found myself with about an hour to kill between commitments, so I headed over to a nearby Starbucks; maybe I could squeeze out a few paragraphs before meeting a friend to catch up on the past couple months. Walking to the front door, I noticed a decade-old white SUV in the nearest handicap parking space. Outside the open passenger door, a lady in her seventies – smartly dressed with well kept silver hair – was helping her husband out of the truck.
Continue reading For the Mothers…
I guess the whole point is, we can never know.
Are the little coincidences really coincidences? Or are they the universe trying to talk to us the only way it can, short of mailing us a FedEx package with a return address of “Universe” containing a note that says “Here’s something you need to know…” ?
I suppose that’s where faith comes in.
Continue reading Paris : Day 1 – Angels and Airplanes
August 20th, 2012.
The sting of bone on linoleum. I suppose that’s the moment I realized that nothing was ever going to be normal again. I always assumed the idea of actually falling to your knees in grief was a contrived act of attention-seekers, something you did when you knew someone was watching. Continue reading …But Her Spirit Lives On…