Tag Archives: child’s death
IT’S NOT FOREVER – PART 3
To be honest, I did not expect to write a “Part 3” about this song. But just last week, I received an amazing message that I really wanted to share with this story. Continue reading →
IT’S NOT FOREVER – PART 2
Who is carrying me? I have many interpretations for those words. A long time ago I was certain I would grieve forever. I’m not sure how I found my way out of Hell; I must have been carried. Continue reading →
IT’S NOT FOREVER – PART 1
When my child died, I buried him and part of me died, too. I wanted to crawl into his coffin to be with him. The years that buried me are over now because I found a way to dig myself out. And when I did, I realized that Jason had never left me. Continue reading →
BYE, BYE, ZOMBIELAND – PART 2
Zombieland represented the many years I plodded through life in a way that was “deadened.” Even though I was healing when I wrote the first part of this story, I really had no idea what was ahead for me. Zombieland is very far behind me now because I completely turned my life around. I am alive! And very grateful for every minute of my life. Continue reading →
ONE DAY I’LL BE GONE
I loved what a friend of mine said about my new song. He said, “I think it’s great how you can write about something that many people think about, but are afraid to say.” Continue reading →
ONE DAY YOU ARRIVED
This is a story about a boy who lost his mother when he was a teenager; she never had the chance to see what a wonderful man he grew to be. Continue reading →
ANGEL IN THE SKY – PART 2
My child, Jason, has been gone now for twenty-two years. I see his absence as sad, but my “angel in the sky” has never left me. The message that continues to ring true for me and that I can share is: I have survived the worst part of my loss. And I have achieved happiness that I never believed was possible after losing my son. Continue reading →
MY LOVELY LIGHT
Today is the twenty-second anniversary of Jason’s death. He died at the age of five on October 6, 1992. Continue reading →
I CAN’T TELL YOU
At my last hypnotherapy session, I opened up to talk about the guilt I’ve carried for many years over disappointing my mother because I wasn’t an observant Jew like she was. Continue reading →
I HOLD ON
I hold on to memories of how I once felt adored in my life – cherished by my parents and even by my former husband. Even though it was my choice to divorce after a long marriage, I am still experiencing a lot of grief. Continue reading →