The Ring is More Than A Thing - A Symbol of Love I sat at the table with my ever-warm and caring Aunt Waneta - My Dad's youngest sister. Her eyes had tears in them. She was expressing concern and love towards me, as my...
When asking friends about what they wanted in a series on The Soul of Grief , I received numerous responses stating, "R eal life stories ." People want to hear from others who have walked the walk of the journey of grief and how it...
I was done. Put a fork in me and set me on the shelf for a time. I just didn't have the tears any longer. My mom had died. There was a lot to do. I had flown in from California to my childhood home...
The Inconvenient and Uncontrollable Tears I sat in the back of the funeral service. Crying and crying. I just could not stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks. My friend, the granddaughter of the woman whose memorial it was, looked at me with puzzled...