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MAY I CRY?
I accept my son’s death now after eighteen years. Lest anyone tell me that I need to get on with my life, I have. I have joy and I am no longer grieving my son intensely. I am not the same person I was before his death. I was so innocent and unscathed by life. I used to view this as another loss. Only recently, I see it now as something I have gained. The insights that I can share have been significant for me.
THERE WAS HOPE FOR ME
I was the most “stuck” person, and the consummate caregiver. Honestly, I’ve been taking care of people for years and years. I’ve never expressed any of my feelings. I was appropriate, considerate, and I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders. When my parents lived with me, I was running on empty. For years, almost every single day after Jason died, I woke up wishing I never woke up again. Continue reading →
THE WONDERFUL METAPHORS IN MY LIFE – PART 1
Recently, it occurred to me that metaphors have always been a part of my life. They have been especially useful with my writing.
There seems so be so many interesting coincidences in my life. While looking through cassettes of my original songs, I came across two, special tapes that were entitled: “Jason’s funeral,” and “Jason’s Unveiling.” I knew I did not want to listen to the funeral tape. However, I remembered that I had made a tape for the unveiling of his gravestone a year later. I had re-written several of my songs and recorded them on that tape. I played it looking to find recorded versions of my original songs. Continue reading →
WHAT IS MOST HELPFUL
“Time will heal,” must be the most common statement ever made to anyone grieving. It turns out that even though it was true, eventually, it still wasn’t helpful for me to hear that when I was in deep grief. Continue reading →







