One of the prompts that I had in Writing You Grief was to write how your landscape had changed. When I was a child, I would watch scary movies that always seemed to have quicksand in them. I was always terrified of falling into quicksand, though I didn’t live in an area where there was…… Continue reading Grief Landscape
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Grief Interrupters
The other day I walked into the garage because I had an appointment. As the garage door was going up, water was dripping from it. There was water on the floor and a strange hissing sound that I couldn’t place. As I walked around the car, I saw water spraying out of two holes in…… Continue reading Grief Interrupters
Because You Loved Me
My parents and husband are the three most influential people who shaped the woman I am today. Each of them lives on in me today as I wander the world without them. So I chose to write about how each of them continues to shine through the person I am today. Mom, the world can…… Continue reading Because You Loved Me
I Remember…
Some of the prompts I’ve had in “Writing Your Grief” have been challenging. This one was to pick a simple object and let your mind run with it. The first problem was picking an article. There were suggestions, but none of them resonated with me. For several days, I would look at the prompt, then…… Continue reading I Remember…
How My Heart Is
“The prompt from””Writing Your Grief” is to write about the condition of my heart. I sat with it for a few days, trying to get a sense of where I am right now. The first image that came to me was the desert. “The prompt from “Writing Your Grief” is to write about the condition…… Continue reading How My Heart Is
Living in Two Worlds
“The trick, if there is one, is to maintain both: wonder and sadness, curiosity and grief. Joy and the absence of joy. Overcome by neither, open to both.” I’m using this quote from “Writing Your Grief” as a jumping-off point to write on melancholy because I’ve learned to live in a world of both/and. Grief…… Continue reading Living in Two Worlds
Smoldering Ache of Loss
Smoldering means smoke with no flames. Flames are the roar of death, either sudden or expected. Both hurt. The smoke is the pain left behind, filling my lungs until I can barely breathe. Mike’s sudden death smoldered in my mind and heart for years as I learned to live without him. After the first two…… Continue reading Smoldering Ache of Loss
Found Poetry
Found poetry is picking an article or book and highlighting the words that speak to you and your story. I found inspiration from a New York Times article about Afghan women college students brought to this country to continue their college studies for the next two years. They have lost so much and dropped into…… Continue reading Found Poetry
Blue
In the “Writing Your Grief” group that I’m doing never know if I will write about Mike, my mom, or my dad. It always seems that the person I’m supposed to be writing about comes to me when I start to write. This prompt is about my dad. This was the last photo that I…… Continue reading Blue
Beautiful Bittersweet Life 