Mother,
My heart looks for you everywhere. When I arrive at the airport. When I enter your house. Looking in the dining room I see Regina – and for a second – my heart thinks she is you. My heart skips a beat and a flash of excitement runs through me – only to be sobered by reality.
My [...]
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Everyone is gone.
Posted in The Letters, tagged death of a parent, death of father, death of mother, death of parents, what do do when, what to do when a friend dies, what to do when a parent dies, what to say at a funeral, what to say when someone dies, when someone dies on November 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Dear Mother,
Right now, everyone is gone. It is evening and I sit in the living room in the middle of the sofa and I feel only a fraction of what you must have felt every time the troops arrived and departed. There is a lump in my throat, a sadness in my eyes, a breaking [...]
We go through your things too quickly…
Posted in The Letters, tagged death, death of a parent, parent death, melinda augustina, death of mother, death of father, my mother died, my father died, love, what to do when someone dies, book about death, The Monday Before Thanksgiving, tibetan book of life and death, what to do when a parent dies, tibetan book of the dead on September 4, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Mother,
We go through your things too quickly. Thousands of objects in this house – big ones, little ones, your hands have touched them all.
I learned recently that our hands and arms are part of the energy circuitry of our hearts. That means your heart has also touched each of these objects.
Everything feels [...]
Efficiency and love are not the same thing…
Posted in The Letters, tagged death, death of a parent, melinda augustina, funeral, death of mother, death of father, my mother died, my father died, love, efficiency, death of mom, mom died, dad died, my dad died on September 4, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Mother,
Efficiency and love are definitely NOT the same thing. I remember reading that speed is not of the devil, it IS the devil. I don’t know if that is true (I enjoy lots of fast things) but I find my curiosity for efficiency is almost completely gone. I am giving way to the curiosity [...]
There they are…
Posted in The Letters, tagged death in the family, redbird on September 4, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Mother,
On Monday we looked out the sunroom window and there was a redbird couple in the tree.
A male and a female redbird together. Suzie saw it too, and we said, “There they are.”
How many years I watched you watching the birds in your garden and in your trees. From the house and while [...]
What is it like in heaven?
Posted in The Letters, tagged death, death of a parent, grieving, grief, death of mother, death of father, heaven, ice cream, god, my mother died, my father died, what is it like in heaven on September 4, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Dear Mother,
Do you remember when I was about 9 years old, I asked you what is it like in heaven? You told me that it is very beautiful there and when you’re in heaven you’re with God and you are very, very happy. And absolutely all of your desires are met. As soon as [...]
Daylight arrives even when you don’t want it to.
Posted in The Letters, tagged death, death of a parent, family, grieving, grief, death of mother, home, dead of father, dead of mom, death of dad, communication, psychology of death on September 4, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Mother,
Brutality as a communication style is hardly what I would have expected within days of your passing. And I see it is simply an habitual way we all have of relating. Ugh. Too bad. I remember it causing you pain many times.
When everyone is gone the house is peaceful – as if you had locked [...]
