Lamentation XXVIII
November 19, 2020 I think of him every day. A friend at support group says that he used to think this kind of statement couldn’t be true. Now, he thinks of his son every day….
November 19, 2020 I think of him every day. A friend at support group says that he used to think this kind of statement couldn’t be true. Now, he thinks of his son every day….
From September 1, 2020 A year ago Elliot was alive. He had 40 days left of his life. The air is crisp and cool this morning just like it was last year. So many things…
From August 31, 2020 I miss my life. Slowly over time it eroded and got away from me. I miss being present at home, wrestling with the kids and having hours at a time with…
August 20, 2020 A celebrity aborted a suicide attempt in 2007. Afterwards, she said she thought of her mother finding her body. She decided that her mother had sacrificed too much to have this happen….
From July 28, 2020 Why did he do it? Why did he want to die? Why did he use his own hands to end his own life? Why questions are difficult to wrestle with. With…
from September 6, 2020 A friend asked the question, “What if you just pretend that Elliot is away at college for a while?” What if I did? How long would it be until that turned…
Elliot’s birthday is approaching. He should be 20. Is he twenty, or is age something reserved for the living? Maybe he is frozen at 18. After all, does one age after death? Is he older…
The day you were born I entered the great dance of life. My blood was now your blood. My flesh was now your flesh. But your breath was the breath of God.
From August 22, 2020 I see in my own family the unique scars that we bare from Elliot’s death. I see it when we visit Elliot’s grave together. The group usually ends up spreading out…
From August 22, 2020 Walking through the cemetery there are graves with small plaques, graves with nothing at all, graves with flowers but no stone, graves with huge granite monuments, and crypts with stained glass…