Yesterday morning I dropped off my grandson, Asher, at the Waldorf school. It made no sense to drive all the way back home since I needed to pick him Continue Reading
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The Ramp
I was but maybe a month or two old, not truly but in war we are reborn. A newborn thrust into this world, cold and alone. I was riding that Continue Reading
Standing in the All Too Familiar
There I stood, yet again, in an all too familiar place. I stood in the haunting echoes of Taps. I watched the flawless motions of the Continue Reading
Tin Burdens
It is hard for me to admit the truth. That the weight became too much. The obligation of trying to focus on so many names every day. How so many Continue Reading
Why You Want a Physicist to Speak at Your Funeral
Author's Note: the following was written by Aaron Freeman (1956-), an American physicist, writer, broadcast journalist, and standup comedian, noted Continue Reading
What Will My Death Be?
I wonder if I will meet my death in old age, a small gathering of stalwarts at my funeral. Will it be a tragic accident along the way, leaving Continue Reading
One Year
Author's note: This reflection was written at the one-year mark of our Son’s death. It seems impossible that it has now been two years, but the Continue Reading
I am Who I am Because of Those Lost
I live because they cannot. I strive to achieve because I must. I speak because their lessons deserve to live forever. I share because Continue Reading
Adding Up The Losses
Every drop of hot water was soothing as they rained down upon my body. I lay on the shower floor, staring as drop after drop slid down the side Continue Reading
When Grief Knocks and God Answers
So exhausted, so brokenRivers of tearsToo much loss for me to bearGriefYou may not camp here, but you must visit, reason, and decide how and why you Continue Reading
The Reaper
From childhood to adulthood, I have felt his breath upon my neck. I have lived with him longer than without. I have borne witness to his labors. I Continue Reading
My Funeral: Let Whatever Pain Caused By My Loss Not Whitewash My Life
By the time I was eight or nine, the vision was refined. While other children pondered their future success, I ponder my inevitable and desired Continue Reading