After Emilee’s Passing
Poem – Alone Or A Part
I wrote this on what would have been my mom’s 95th birthday, but is it to her? I don’t know. Is it to mother earth? I don’t know. Is is about being so lonely at moments it is excruciatingly painful? Is it a mix of things and feelings and thoughts? That much is certain. Happy…
Read MoreUnderstanding Grief, Or Not
This is a handout from a grief support group. I will share it and then add some words of my own at the end. I like to reference, and will provide what is provided in the handout. It is called Understanding Grief, by Jane Brody, January 15, 2018, but I do not know where the…
Read MorePoems – Winter’s Sad, Clouds, Sun, Parkland’s Students Raise Voices and Rise Up
Apologies…the formatting for whatever reason….on this first poem, is all messed up and I cannot fix it…..and the other item of note…as I reread the second poem titled “A Break,” it just had the image of Emilee coming for a visit…that is just how it feels…that our breaths mingled for a few moments, before she…
Read MoreA Poem – Two In Time
A poem that needed rehab…from years ago I found, One of my babies, I caressed and comforted, its loose ends I soothed and filed, and weathered its edges from rough to round. TWO IN TIME Searching for an obscure feeling, The buoy lifted that falls tossed by the sea, Like a wheel within a…
Read MoreA Walk To The Memorial…Finally
It is just shy of oppressively warm this July day, and the brief downpour earlier has cooled it just a bit, and there is that smell of evaporating water in the air, as it steams up from the warm ground and surrounds me. It has been sixteen years since that day, and since we got…
Read MoreAfter Dad, First Week
There is another post about how my dad died. This one covers the first week afterwards. I was twelve. Grieving for Emilee has allowed me to revisit and see some things about my dad’s death that I never realized before, and enabled me to understand feelings that I never completely understood. This has helped me…
Read MoreWhen I Was Twelve…
I was twelve. It was May 12, 1966, a Thursday. We had moved into this house eight months ago on my twelfth birthday. I walked the three-quarters of a mile to the LIRR station to meet my dad at around 6 p.m. so I could have some time with him as we walked back…
Read MoreEmilee’s One Year Anniversary
I made it … well… it is kind of like something that is radioactive…if you get tooo close you are affected by it… that is how anniversary dates are… maybe it is more like a gravitational pull… when you get close you can feel the effect and immediately after as well…as as time ticks on,…
Read MorePoem – Welcome Home
WELCOME HOME Behold … A magnificent city lies before you Waiting to receive the essence of your soul. And what should form the substance of this city’s structures, Its buildings its shelters its roofs and walls, Its wind, earth, and all its essences… Goodness and kindness, forgiveness and mercy, Faith, hope and love…
Read MoreMy Voice – How Social Media Helped Me Survive Loss
My Voice When I Could Not Speak – How Social Media Helped Me Survive Loss (This is a piece I wrote for a Blog Site on the topic of social media.) When Emilee died on January 31 2017 from Adeno carcinoma pancreatic cancer, my world fell apart, and I died right along with her. I…
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