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The Things I Never Thought I'd Miss(Post)
By Ruth Talbot The Little Things That Used to Annoy Me Cliff's snoring used to drive me mad. He was one of those infuriating people who could fall asleep within minutes of his head touching the pillow
7 Grief Strategies For the New Year----Or For Anytime (Post)The old saying is true: “If there is an elephant in the room, introduce him.” No good purpose is served by denial, yet we are very good at it. And when it comes to facing the pain of our grief wit
The Jigsaw Puzzle(Post)Every Christmas my husband Roy is gifted with several new jigsaw puzzles. He has an annual competition with his sister in law to see who will be the first to complete the identical puzzles they recei
Seek Reconciliation, NOT Resolution(Post)Mourning never really ends. Only, as time goes on, it erupts less frequently. A.W.How do you ever find your way out of the wilderness of your grief? You don’t have to dwell there forever, do you? The
Geese(Post)Like the GeeseWe are like the geeseCommitted, enduring, as long as we both shall live.Life does its best to rip us apart,Inserting unspeakable chaosand a thousand daily annoyances through the years.Bu
Parish Nurses(Post)by John S. Munday and Fran Wohlenhaus-MundayOne of the persons who can be a great help for mourners at any time on their path to healing is the parish nurse. Of course, not every church has a nurse on
THE POWER OF THE BUTTERFLY(Post)Since 1958, I have been writing stories that I have encountered and impacted my life. This, however, is the very last one that I shall write for no other story could even compare. It is not only the
HOW DO WE MAKE SENSE OF DEATH?(Post)When life is easy and carefree we seldom struggle with its great questions. . .questions like:• How did humanity come into being?• How can every person be a unique creation?• What are we called to do
YOU CAN GO HOME AGAIN(Post)On August 29, 2024, thirty-one-year-old NHL hockey star Johnny Gaudreau and his best friend, twenty-nine-year-old brother Matthew were hit by a drunk driver and killed while out for a ride on their bi
The Old and Grief(Post)Gerry R. Cox If the welfare of each person depended upon him or her alone, then life would be a simple matter. But that is not the case. Each individual is part of a community, and the life of each p
Call me if you Need Anything(Post)Dawn Allen Dawn, I’m so sorry for your loss, call me if you need anything. I heard this phrase more times than I can count when I lost my husband Ash to that vicious unrelentless disease called cancer
ARMY – NAVY 2017(Post)This year was the 118th editionof one of sport's greatest rivalries.I have watched it faithfullyfor more than seventy years.It is the only game I watchwhere the National Anthemis actually the feature
This Casket World(Post)Have you ever thought of this world as a casket?Casket originally meant a small box for jewels or jewelry. It is a storage and repository for valuables. Then, over time, the usage of the word shifted
Three Months Since the Death(Post)Three months have passed since the death. Roughly 12 full weeks, 90 long days, 2,160 humbling hours, 129,600 melting minutes, 7,776,000 solemn seconds. Seems like just yesterday I was holding your han
Month One After the Loss of Your Spouse(Post)You just never get over some grief. You learn to live with it by your side. It changes (thank God) and the intensity diminishes with time, but it never goes away completely. Grief is unique to every p
Finding Moments of Peace Within A Grieving Heart(Post)At times it seems like the negative thoughts and sadness are taking a toll on me and I start to wonder if my mind and heart will ever find peace. Suddenly, I finally find an unknown source of inner ca
Funerals During a Pandemic(Post)Saying goodbye is harder during a pandemic. Having a wake, celebration of life, or even a visitation is no longer possible with stay at home orders, limited gatherings, and indoor restrictions. Loving
A FRIENDLY GAME OF CATCH By Tom Golden(Post)My son and I were playing a friendly game of catch. As I tossed him the ball, I noticed the mitt he was wearing. It had been my father’s baseball glove that he had used when I was in Little League.
Til Death Do Us Part: I’ll Put on My Clothes (Post)Geralyn Stephens-Gunn, EdDIt’s my birthday! It is a beautiful July summer day and I am so excited to see what the day holds. I arise. I fed and let the dogs out. Once they are situated, I begin my
Pilgrimage(Post)I started planting roses and for a few years it was this peaceful respite that I looked forward to each summer. Radiant petals would bloom, rising out of cold, lifeless soil bursting into an explosi
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