The question comes like clockwork during the seemingly endless days of grief, “is this normal?” For most people, the answer is, “yes.” This is grief. Grief is strange. It’s a topsy-turvy tornado of a land where the ground shifts and shimmies under foot. Numbness is as common as sorrow. So too is shock, sadness, anger, … Continue reading Normal?
Photo credit: Unsplash.com Along the shores of the South China Sea, where I was conceived by an American GI and a Vietnamese woman, Grit and I would meet for our first time. After being luckily removed in the last hours from Operation Babylift's first flight out of Saigon, which ultimately crashed in a rice paddy and perished … Continue reading Grit, Grief and Me
A while back, Asher, my oldest son who is six years old, asked "Are angels real?" It was a fastball without warning. "I've never seen one," came my unpracticed response that attempted to be honest without limiting or prescribing reality. But, it bothered me. I'd bunted -- whacking the question far enough away to be … Continue reading Friends
Photo credit: John Gibbons Unsplash.com Grief encapsulated me. Like a translucent membrane grief separated me and the outside world.It blurred my perspective, muffled everyday chatter and stole my ability to focus. My life was like an old movie reel. Each frame played without sound as if I was a spectator and not an active participant.I … Continue reading The Turning Point
Photo credit: Unsplash.com “Life comes in waves,” my mom used to say regularly. “Sometimes those waves last years.” She was referring to the crests and troughs of life. The ups. The downs. On the downside, her mantra arose from being an only child who was frequently in trouble. It grew when leaving South Africa with … Continue reading Waves of Life
Photo credit: Hainy Naibo Unsplash.com Grief is like a cup of coffee. In the beginning, it’s painful to hold and difficult to grasp.No matter how you carry it, it spills everywhere leaving a sloppy stained mess for all to see. Some days, it’s bitter and leaves an acidic feeling in your stomach. No matter how … Continue reading Grief Is Like A Cup of Coffee
Photo credit: John Reign Abarintos Unsplash.com Loss left me with a bottomless chasm in my chest. Do you have it too? It begins at the base of my throat and circles down to my ribs. Sometimes it feels like heartburn, an irritation from swallowing a ghastly morsel of life. Other times it more closely resembles … Continue reading The Void