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Happy? Father’s Day.

I’m not in a great mood today. I’ve been irritable and short tempered, and my anxiety’s been a bit up.What this translates to as life unfolds is my dear husband can’t do a damn thing right today…on Father’s Day of all days. He’s probably thankful he’s stashed away at work.😬

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Having a Widowed Parent

Part of having a widowed parent is going to their house not to relax, but to help. Replace old batteries, unload the dishwasher, kill spiders, hang pictures. Whatever it is that needs to be done? Do it. Take the time to help. But take heed. Helping from a duty-bound place of obligation or pity can lead to resentment. Resentment that you “have” to help. Resentment that you’re the kid filling […]

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A Brief Note On Grief

It’s difficult seeing clearly when viewing life through the clouded eyes of grief. Whether you’ve lost a loved one recently or whether it’s been years or decades and the veil that’s clouding your vision still hasn’t lifted, perhaps it’s time to take matters into your own hands. External circumstances (i.e., death) put the veil in place; internal efforts are what lift it. At some point, you get used to grief. […]

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Joy In Every Journey

There is joy in every journey. It’s a blanket statement, and it’s true. Let me show you how. “Journey” contains the word “joy”, and, without scrambling the remaining letters, also contains the word “urne”, the Middle English equivalent of “urn”. The positioning of the words is where it gets interesting – “urn” is centered within the word “journey” surrounded always by “joy”. When I hear the word “urn” I think […]

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Making Memories Doesn’t End With Death

Have you ever noticed how many condolence cards talk about looking back on memories made…be thankful for the memories…hold on to the memories… Those cards don’t jive with me. There’s too much of a finality to the sentiment. He’s dead. I’m sorry. Happy memorializing. Period. Sign, stamp, send. Yes, I have memories of dad. And guess what? The memories didn’t end with his life. Five years ago my dad died […]

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