My mother calls and brings it up before I do. “It’s tonight…I’ve been thinking about it…remembering….” I choke back a sob. “Yes. It is tonight. And I’m sad…” I fall apart. I tell her the thoughts I have. She listens, she shares and she hurts with me. I feel something shift. The depression lifts and … Continue reading As The Candle Burns
Category: Death and Mourning
The Day I Die
The house is quiet. I sort the laundry wash the dishes change the linens organize the closets prepare the food make a list and try, try try try not to think. But here I am. Thinking. * Last night I had a dream. Someone died in my dream. Someone close enough to me that I … Continue reading The Day I Die
Flames
The flames are dancing again. They sway softly, reaching up just enough to reveal blues and greens before settling down into the rhythm of orange fused with a yellow-white, burning my eyes as I stare. There is a sudden leap in my heart as one little flame tries to escape and jumps off its wick … Continue reading Flames
I Just Wanted You To Know
Elohim sheli, ratziti sheted’a Chalom shechalamti balayila bamitah (My God - I wanted you to know, the dream I dreamt at night in bed) She sings her favorite song on the swings…in the sand…on the bus…and … Continue reading I Just Wanted You To Know
Death Came Knocking At My Door
Death showed himself to them yesterday…casually walking in and changing realities…and lives…the way he always does… I don’t think he’s so bad…or so unwanted…maybe just misunderstood... I’m told…I have no heart…no warmth for those in his path… But…I’ve seen him…I’ve watched him do his work…and I admire his touch… He is confused with Illness…Tragedy…Pain…but he … Continue reading Death Came Knocking At My Door
Colloquially Speaking 