I’m tearful as I slump into the car heading towards the funeral of my sweet friend’s mother. Even though I have been in her shoes and know pieces of the experience she is surrounded by I can’t find words worthy enough of being said when I see her. To be honest, I considered skipping this celebration of life and this intimate time of mourning. After…

As I scroll Facebook I’m constantly drawn to the emotional posts and videos.  You know the ones I’m talking about, the posts that even before you click, you know there will be tears and a twinkle in your heart. The kind of posts that make you feel, effortlessly and intensely.  Today I’m drawn to a video that shows an older woman in a wheelchair. She’s…

The presence of grief is unavoidable, but the prison of grief is optional. Simple statement, hard path and perspective to follow. However, it’s one we must remind ourselves of daily and seek with a fierce determination.  Grief entered our lives and caused immense pain and involuntary change. We are now forced to live with both of those realities while also reminding ourselves of the blessings…

They’ve called in hospice, I read her message through immediate tears. Now my prayers will be fiercely transformed from healing to honoring love and the final moments of a delicate life. It’s a harsh change to make, but one that is necessary.  Hospice means the beginning of the end, the final days and the final moments. I know those days. They are engraved into my…