I had a hard time figuring out what I wanted to share with all of you this month. The more I thought about it, the less clear I was. My brother’s birthday is in February and while I wanted to acknowledge that, I wasn’t sure how to do so. I remembered something I...
I like to do things with my hands. Admittedly, I’m not very good at it. I’m good at having ideas and envisioning things, but executing isn’t my strength. I’ve painted, built, restored, worked on, and created too many things to count in the last ten years or...
Over here, we lost some of them. But over there, they lost all of us. That’s a quote from the final scene of, perhaps, my all-time favorite TV show. I have a tendency to seek out extremely emotional TV shows and movies. If it doesn’t involve loss of some...
Greetings – As I write to you from a faraway location where I snuck away from a work conference for a few hours to go catch some incredible live solo/acoustic music, I’m reminded of the awesome power, pain, rejuvenation, and healing qualities that music can have,...
In the first year after my brother passed, I had a number of dreams in which he appeared and they always left me feeling helpless. I talked about them with my COPE group and was surprised to hear people say that they wished they had more dreams about their...
The great American author Ernest Hemingway once wrote “no one you love is every truly lost”. Since my daughter Samantha Rose passed away on June 12, 2009 at the age of 3, this thought has stuck with me and served as a mantra or credo of sorts. It’s a...
