The Silence of Suicide
December 24, 2019 If you don’t acknowledge, how can you miss? If you don’t miss, how can you grieve? If you don’t grieve, how can you have tears? If you don’t have tears, when will…
Lamentation V
I went to a celebration during the pandemic. I stayed at the fringes and wore a surgical mask. Others were ignoring the health guidelines and were greeting each other with hugs and kisses. Anne was…
Thanksgiving
“Glory to God in All Things.” –John Chrysostom. Who can have the courage and honesty to say these words? As I celebrate this thanksgiving with a spot to my left that should be occupied by…
Lamentation XVII
July, 16 2020 One of Elliot’s friends graduated from high school and had a party in the park. Elliot’s friends are so talented and full of character. They have bright futures, but they are facing…
The Eastern Tailed-blue butterfly
From July 26, 2020 Anne and I went to the cemetary to put flowers on Eric’s grave, to clean up Elliot’s grave and to put flowers on it too. It was a warm, humid, and…
Lamentations XIV and XV
August 29, 2020 “And why is it so important to get strong? I have been graced with the strength to endure. But I have been assaulted, and in the assault wounded, grievously wounded. Am I…
Lament XIII
March 13, 2020 Anne and I went walking. A man got out of his truck with his two boys. The younger boy was swinging a stick. The older boy was getting his backpack. I looked…
Lament XII
His toys no longer have hands to play with them. His tree no longer has a boy to climb it. His wooden sword that I made for him sits in his room with his name…
Lament XI
January 16, 2020 Warning: this post contains specific descriptions of death that may not be appropriate for children or sensitive readers. Elliot, where are you? When you were two, we tried on shoes at a…