Tag Archives: Doctors and death
Resistance
I have a list of diseases that I hate the most. I hate them because I have no way to fight them. I have no power against them. I push back and push back, but they don’t budge. They laugh … Continue reading →
Carol
I thought about Carol today. I was driving to Walmart, listening to the radio, thinking about the long list of errands for the day and I thought about her. I thought about the last time that I saw her, laying … Continue reading →
Quilt Therapy
It was my husband’s idea. Make a quilt out of your mom’s shirts. Brilliant. As I was cleaning out her room, I couldn’t bear the idea of just dumping all of her things at the Goodwill. There’s nothing wrong with … Continue reading →
Moms
Please welcome my friend, Amber Fort, back to my blog. She’s been on hiatus, but has decided to make an appearance with a post she wrote after a dream she had about our mother’s meeting in heaven and giggling and … Continue reading →
Runner’s Low
Since my mom passed away, running has been harder for me. It’s hard to find the time. It’s hard to get away. She used to watch the kids while my husband and I went to races. Plus it’s near impossible … Continue reading →
The Day After
Sometimes it isn’t until the day after a tragedy that it starts to really sink in. It’s not until after you close your eyes and your body finally succumbs to sleep. You awaken in the morning to the stark reality. … Continue reading →
Waves
It seems that the most common way to describe the feeling of grief is to say that it “comes in waves.” I spent the last week at the beach on vacation with my family. It’s one of the only places … Continue reading →
The Art of the Hug
I have had a lot of hugs lately. Mostly I like hugs. I like short hugs, long hugs, all kinds of hugs. It’s nice. I have had a lot of hugs lately, not because of anything I’ve done, but because … Continue reading →
Death Becomes Her
The first time that I witnessed death was in a surgical suite. I was rotating with a general surgeon that told delightful stories and jokes in a charming Irish brogue. He was charismatic and funny, quick-witted and smart. By the … Continue reading →