Category Archives: grief

in and out.

How exciting! A moving truck in our driveway. And these people I love moving in. Having one week to prepare for their stay we hauled, and lugged, and threw, and goodwilled our way to creating some space. I recall our first conversation: ”So-ahhh. What now – do you need to head back and get more things?” [...]
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a tribute to gold.

With compassion, Julie wished upon me a Gold Rush. Low and behold, right out my own set of windows, alive and well (ok – actually in the process of dying) is my very own display of Gold and all its glory. Now leaves, hang in there! No need to rush into anything – don’t let [...]
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tea for two at two.

I roam into the kitchen to put water on, and there is my dad doing the same thing. I say “time for green tea with some peach syrup?” I get out the syrup, he gets out the tea bags. We wait by the kettle. I say “I think it’s hot enough.” He says to wait [...]
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driving while crying.

The precious drive home from the cabin weekend, once again. We do this friend thing that is priceless -  full of good listening with just the right amount of gasps, your-kidding-me’s, I hear you’s, pauses and laughs. There is nothing like feeling heard and cared for with whatever is rising at the time for each [...]
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