My social media feed has been filled lately with the obituaries of people I once knew. In the last week I’ve seen the deaths of both the young and the old. Death does not discriminate. The common theme in each death has been cancer.  As I look at the pictures of each beautiful soul who left too soon, standing next to their family who is…

The chair isn’t empty, though it may look that way. It’s simply filled with a capacity that I cannot understand or visualize.  Her chair looks empty, but it is not. It is still filled with her presence and her love. People act like because her physical body is gone, every aspect of her is gone too. That couldn’t be further from the truth. She remains,…

One day she found herself in the hospital demanding “Enough is enough.” The treatments were no longer bringing her extra life, instead they were negatively impacting the fleeting life she had left. Her cancer was unbeatable. There was no longer a treatment or a cure.  Instead of enduring painful medical plans that were no longer working she knew when to stop. So at that moment,…

Why is it that I find myself desperately needing to remain her daughter? She is my mother, always. I am her daughter, always. Her exit from this earth can and will never change those truths, so why do I find myself chasing after them? I am still her daughter.  Even those words together seem unfitting and flawed.  Daughter, still.  Still her daughter.  How is it…

I think about you a lot. You see, you were a compassionate soul that got caught in the middle of my exquisitely tender heart. You were a bystander that became engulfed in the reactions of my pain, a pain that I was trying so desperately to hide from the world. You had no idea the rocky road that I was trying to walk on, or…