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

Leelee Knows

The day Daddy left, Scott and I left my parents’ house to go to our own and give our children (at the time, 9 and and 3) news that would make them know that bad things can happen. I didn’t know that until I was 17. I was lucky to be so old. Beth McNeill … Continue reading

You Should Be Here

Leelee’s birthday was, as you know, a week ago today. October 15th. Extensions deadline. Or, the you I knew, knew. I have no idea if you know now. But you should.   And you should have been here.   I was coming home from the beach with my girls a week ago today, so I … Continue reading

It Doesn’t Get Better

3 and almost a half months later, this is what I have to tell you…. It doesn’t get better.   I wish I could tell you it does. But it doesn’t. Because he still isn’t here. And it just doesn’t get better. I wish I could tell you it gets easier. But it doesn’t. Because … Continue reading