Finding Closure: How a Gravestone Helped Me Say Goodbye

Just by chance, the grave plots my parents purchased happen to be near my home, so it only made sense that after my father’s death that I would be the one to drive to the cemetery to meet the funeral home’s representative to determine the exact location of their plots. When I arrived, an olderContinue reading “Finding Closure: How a Gravestone Helped Me Say Goodbye”

In Gratitude of a Father’s Service to His Country

I likely won’t get through this without crying, but Veteran’s Day was never about celebration anyway, so I’m okay with that. Every┬áVeteran’s Day, I’ve known exactly whom I wanted to honor. Stationed behind enemy lines as an Air Force aircraft mechanic during the Korean Conflict, my father was the bravest, most stoic man I knewContinue reading “In Gratitude of a Father’s Service to His Country”

Not Quite Ready to Finish the Long Goodbye

I have a stack of unopened sympathy cards sitting on my kitchen counter. They’ve been there for almost a month now. Some┬áhave arrived in my mailbox and found their way onto the pile, and my mother has delivered a few more. I can’t bring myself to open a single one of them. Grieving isn’t newContinue reading “Not Quite Ready to Finish the Long Goodbye”

Why We Need to Show Up for the Hard Stuff

  The text came when I’d already crawled in bed after an exhausting day of meetings. I almost didn’t read it. I almost left it until morning. Lisa, I’m here at Mom and Dad’s. I think you should come. He likely won’t make it through the night. I laid there in the dark for aContinue reading “Why We Need to Show Up for the Hard Stuff”

Sometimes Words Aren’t Necessary

My dad and I have birthdays two days apart, so growing up we often shared one Red Velvet Cake. Somehow it made it more special. He’s been on my mind a lot this week, I think because our shared birthday is quickly approaching. He’ll be 81 and is struggling with some of the beginning stagesContinue reading “Sometimes Words Aren’t Necessary”