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Marketing Christmas has begun. I went to the supermarket the other day, and stockings, Christmas decorations, candy canes and toys for children were placed prominently and strategically in every corner of the store. Not surprising, Thanksgiving has not yet arrived.After the loss of my son, I didn’t have time to grieve on Christmas. We have our grandson every December, and it’s important to keep the season magical for him. Children are also the reason for the season.I do weep in front of Louie be …

 Why holidays can be tough times“A grandparent will help you with your buttons, your zippers and your shoelaces and not be in any hurry for you to grow up” Erma BombeckThe American Association of Retired Persons (AARP) reports that there are 70 million grandparents in the United States today; the average age of a first-time grandparent is 50 years old (David, P. & Nelson-Kakulla, B., 2019).  However, some people who deeply desire to be a grandparent don’t reach this life mileston …

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the kings horses and all the kings men Couldn’t put Humpty together againThe image of this old children’s rhyme stuck in my mind as I began to think of how broken I felt with the loss of so many loved family members. For years, I kept trying to piece together my crashed spirit. Sometimes, my patchwork repairs were quite awkward. Recent outward manifestations of patching cracked sidewalks, brick patios, and disintegrating sto …

It was the evening of July 20, 1988. The phone rang and I received the call I knew I would eventually receive but didn’t expect so soon. Bill Lawless, my friend and police academy classmate, had been taken from his family and friends by the horrible disease, leukemia. Over the next few days, I attended his wake and stood in formation in uniform as we celebrated his life with a police funeral attended by many of his friends and fellow officers. I wanted to let Bill’s two small children, Bil …