Dreaming About a House

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For many months - perhaps even a year - I have had the same dream. I am in a house, either our current home, or the house I grew up in, or some other familiar place. In the dream, I discover some type of secret “new room.” Perhaps it was a door in the basement that I open to reveal several new rooms. Or stairs lead to an attic discovery that is larger than I thought possible in the size of the space. Continue reading

Seasons Keep Changing

2019-10-28 Seasons Keep Changing 3

At yesterday’s service, the Unitarian Universalist church I attend was honoring All Soul’s Day.  We were encouraged to bring a photo or memento of our loved one to place on a table at the front of the church.  The interim pastor is from Texas and has a lot of exposure to Día de Muertos, which she spoke about during the service, along with the Catholic tradition of All Soul’s Day, along with other traditions. Continue reading

Ninety Minutes for Me

2019-09-26 Ninety Minutes for Me

This week has been absolutely nutty. Make that last week and this week — or perhaps every day since Friday the 13th when it was also an impending full moon. That’s it. Work has been a combination of Friday the 13th, the Full Moon, and toss in Groundhog Day, for nearly two weeks now. Everyone has lost their minds and is howling. Continue reading

The Gods are Crying Today

2019-09-28 The Gods Are Crying

I took my two older kids to church this morning.  We always take a hiatus in the summer; the church changes their schedule from two Sunday services to one, and offers no religious ed classes during the one single service, so we stop attending.  The one service seems to imply that they expect lower attendance in the summer and that’s fine, I told myself as I got dressed this morning, I have to get over the guilt that was ingrained into me growing up. Continue reading

Sharing Their Stories

2019-04-18 Sharing Their Stories

When an invitation comes up to speak on parent panels at one of the local hospitals, I always volunteer.  These panels are part of the SHARE program and educate hospital medical staff on how to care for patients like me, dealing with the death of their child.  The staff – nurses and techs usually, from both Labor and Delivery and Mother-Baby – go through the “information” part of the class first, learning about the bereavement program to support parents, but then the parents are invited into the room to speak and tell their stories.  The stories we share communicate the experience in a way that no Power Point can. Continue reading