If you’re a Beatles fan, and maybe even if you’re not, when you read that title you immediately started humming right along. (Admit it: You hummed because you didn’t know all the words, didn’t you?) Since Rick died, I’ve just been “going through the motions.” It’s...
I have started this post a dozen times in a dozen different ways, and today there’s no getting a handle on my emotional roller coaster, so I’m just going to jump in and start writing from my heart and stick with it this time. On April 26, 2010, I met Rick face to face...
The only “good” thing that came out of Mom’s death two years ago was that I managed to re-establish a tenuous reconnection with my father after an absence of several decades. It wasn’t Mom who kept me from making efforts to stay in touch with Dad. Not at all. It’s a...
Yeah, if I truly believed in hell, which I occasionally think I might, then that’s where I’m probably headed for posting my title question today. Today is “Good Friday,” the day the man named Jesus allegedly died on the cross 2,000 years ago, sandwiched conveniently...
It’s been two years today since Mom was laid to rest next to her sister, who died just 12 days before her. And not a day has gone by that I haven’t lovingly thought of them both. Grief is often a moving target. It comes on without warning, like an ocean sneaker wave,...
