The Truth

The Truth

(Mac made this at the McLean Fletcher Center for Grief. It is part of Hospice Ministries in Jackson, and he went for several months, and he loved it. Iti s a wonderful local resource for any of you reading this whose children are dealing with loss.) A few weeks ago, we were at lunch waiting … Continue reading

PTSD: It’s Not Just For Veterans

PTSD: It’s Not Just For Veterans

It feels almost disrespectful to say that I have PTSD. All of my life, I equated Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder with a soldier coming home from war and attempting to live in a relatively safe, uneventful world, but continuing to feel unsafe after seeing and hearing and doing everything he or she saw, heard, or did. … Continue reading

Retreat

If you need me today, I’ll be on a deserted island….in my head. I will still walk here, talk here, be present here…but in my head, my toes willl be in sand, no one will be able to access me, and I will cry. Alot. I will break sea shells, no matter how big and … Continue reading

Time

Time is a precarious thing. It is measured in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years. It gives us deadlines. It gives us notice. It helps explain how long something lasts, or how quickly something happens….when something should begin, and when something should end. Time marks us, whether we want it to or not. A year … Continue reading

Empty Closets and Haven Tables

My little sister is getting married in June. It is a tremendously exciting occasion. There literally is no one on the planet for whom I could be happier. She deserves the kind of love her fiance gives her more than most of the population…because she is that nice, that kind, that pure, and that special. … Continue reading

Mac had another visit….

Mac had another visit….

  (Click on the words, not the audio track. I can’t get it to play otherwise.) Some of you may believe Daddy had on a red Polo in his visit with Mac because it was Valentine’s Day. Makes sense. What Mac doesn’t know is that, the day Daddy left, he was wearing a red Polo. … Continue reading

Can’t We Just Skip Christmas? & For the Love, Buy the Sweatshirt and Write the Letter

This is a combination of two separate posts that I just couldn’t figure out how to get through, until now. Please forgive the time jumps.  ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Can’t we just skip Christmas? No, we can’t. Because there are 2 children, ages 4 and 9, who can’t wait. Me? I could wait forever. Because these are just … Continue reading

Mine isn’t worse than yours. It is just mine.

One of my tribe members lost her daddy yesterday. He was suffering from Alzheimer’s, and she and her family have been watching him slowly decline into a person they didn’t recognize. That horrible disease inhabited him, stealing his personality, his humor, his intellect, his memory. She didn’t want to let him go, but she didn’t … Continue reading