Remembering my mother two years after her death.
Writing at A Deeper Story about the tension of not experiencing grief when you expect to.
Remembering my last good day with my mom before she died from ALS. Saying the things I wish I had said that day.
On Saturday, with the help of doctors, and with her family near, Brittany Maynard took her life. She was battling a form of brain cancer that was likely going to end her life in just a few months, so she and her family moved to Oregon so she could take advantage of the state’s Death with […]
ALS has been all up in my face the past few weeks. It feels weird that something I heard about rarely before my mom’s diagnosis is now something that I can’t stop hearing about. A few nights ago, I broke down in Rich’s arms. Elliott’s death in some ways eclipsed my mom’s and there is […]
A few days ago, Rich and I were having a minor argument about the lyrics to the hymn Leaning on the Everlasting Arms, so he found it on his phone and we listened (I was right, which I will gloat about, because I’m seldom right about lyrics). As we were listening, I remembered the Twila […]