Then What?

Into this box – old paints and thinners and primers and stains and cleaners and brushes.  Take it away. Into that box - broken phones and batteries, cords and cameras no longer blinking.  Take it away. On the porch - books and clothes and more books and more clothes, and stuff and stuff and stuff.  Take it away.  Please take it away. And paintings from the walls, and dishes from the shelves, and papers and papers and papers.  I beg of … [Read more...]

The Energy of Things

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This piece has been a while coming as I’ve looked about our home deciding what on earth to do with all of Mike’s things. “There is no rush, take your time.  Things have energy and you will know when it is time.”  This was the wisdom of Ziri Rideaux, the fabulous woman from Friends Funeral Home, who helped guide me through the process. As we sat there, Elise and I, trying to absorb this new reality, she reminded me that everything was … [Read more...]

Angels Everywhere

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Over and over I’ve expressed my great thanks to family and friends, old and new, for their amazing outpouring of love and support. Though not religious in any formal tradition, I’ve come to call them my angels and feel blessed to be surrounded by so many. But the story I’m about to share taught me that angels are everywhere, in all walks of life, all shapes and sizes, sometimes when we least expect it. It was a week after Mike had passed away … [Read more...]

Cracked Open.

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What is the jumping point for this writing?  Where do I begin?  You are joining me mid-chapter.  So perhaps I need to bring you up to date.  On May 8, my husband Mike went in for a simple surgery.  Two and a half hours and a thousand sorries later, they told me he was gone.  That day has become my line in the sand, life before he passed away and then the everything after. As any who have experienced loss it is a rollercoaster of emotions.  His … [Read more...]

What matters?

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Last night I heard a friend had passed away.  She was my age.  After two months of surgery and great pain, the cancer got the best of her. As we spoke of her and the progression of her illness over cups of tea, the thing that struck me most was a story of how in her last days of delirium she played melodies in the air.  That visual, fingers moving in the shadows, playing a Mozart Concerto was hauntingly beautiful, and terribly painful. For … [Read more...]