Category Archives: Grief

Mother’s Day

How do I make the day special for my mom, for whom I sacrifice so much? My own daughter is miles away, being pampered by her children, under her husband’s guidance. It feels like every day is Mother’s Day for my mom. She has meals delivered almost every day, by the two people closest toContinue reading “Mother’s Day”

Never Say These 2 Things to a Grieving Mom

A few months after my son Bobby died, I had lunch with a few friends. I still wasn’t up to socializing, but I agreed to go anyway. One of the women said something that made me want to jump across the table and grab her by the throat. I know she meant her words asContinue reading “Never Say These 2 Things to a Grieving Mom”

Because of Grace

Cancer, suicide, drowning, car accident, murder. Every mother fears losing her child. We’re supposed to protect our children from the sharp edges of life. Don’t run in the street. Look both ways. Don’t drink and drive. Don’t hang out with that crowd. We hear about other families who face the pain of loss, and weContinue reading “Because of Grace”

Grace Defined

The dictionary defines grace as ‘favor or good will.’ A ‘manifestation of favor, especially by a superior.’ When I think about the death of my son, and how it changed my entire world, I wonder at God’s grace. As His child, I have His favor and good will, as described by dictionary.com. In Jerry Sittser’sContinue reading “Grace Defined”

The Uninvited Guest

My husband played golf last weekend, his normal weekly outing with a good friend. He took along with him his favorite golf partner from years past, our son Bobby. He attached Bobby’s photo to the visor on the golf cart, sharing with him his disappointments and successes. “You would have loved that drive off theContinue reading “The Uninvited Guest”

Do you have such special person in your life?

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From https://soulgatherings.files.wordpress.com Oh, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person: having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pour them all out, as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with the breath…