Tag Archives: Dying
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 →
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 →
Good Grief
I remember the first time that I wanted to be a writer. I was in the third grade. The assignment was to write a story about a tin can. I titled it, “The Diary of a Tin Can.” I even … Continue reading →
Can’tcer
She didn’t look good. Just a few months before, she was upbeat, the news wasn’t good, but the treatment seemed to be working, her energy was coming back. She talked about fighting cancer before. Thyroid, breast, and now breast again. … Continue reading →
Youth-anasia
The Truths of Aging I’m not getting any younger. I’m OK with that. The part that I’m not so happy about is the slow decay of my body while I’m still living in it. That getting older part. I am … Continue reading →