Is there peace in death? Comfort in dying?

He hung up the phone, walked into the kitchen where I was making a pot of chicken soup, looked me in the eye and said, “I have to go to Virginia this weekend.” He had just been talking with his dad and his mother isn’t doing well. The fluid is...

I search and I search…

I buried my dad one week ago today. I wrote a blog post for the Allume blog before he passed away. I wrote about searching for answers.  Searching for a solution.  Searching…just searching. Will you please take a minute and join me there?...

On losing my Daddy…

  The last time I wrote in this space it was 3 a.m. on the morning of February 21, 2014. I couldn’t sleep and had been awake since before 2 a.m. I had to get up at 4 a.m. to catch a 6 a.m. flight to Little Rock, Arkansas by way of Chicago.  I was...

It’s been 21 years…

    My face is red.  My eyes are swollen. And it has been 21 years.   I cried an ocean of tears 21 year ago.  The day she died in my arms.  That day the hospital had arranged for us to have a room all to ourselves.  We were going to...

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