Poems – 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…
A 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…
A 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…
After 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…
When 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…
Emilee’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,…
Poem – 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…
My 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…
A Journal Entry of Emilee’s and Celine Dion’s Music, and Twinkle
https://youtu.be/rn4F4HhXrVI Celine Dion …..Miracle, A Celebration of New Life Emilee would listen to this every night to help soothe her and calm some of her anxiety. She liked it so much she bought one for all the family members. Her favorite nursery rhyme was Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and we used to sing it…
Home – A Perspective And A Poem From Emilee
Some people, before they die, ask to be taken home. This is both very sad, for us, and yet very beautiful, for them. Maybe for us as well, but usually we are reluctant and sometimes adamant that we do NOT want that person to leave us, we do not want that HOLE, that unfathomable ache…