on death and dying

Friday, March 30, 2007
My son lost his mother when he was 5 years old. He doesn't remember much about it. He grieves the loss everyday of his life as his friends speak of their mothers and as mother's days come and go. I lost my father when I was sixteen and it wasn't until I was in my 30's that I came to fully appreciate how great of a loss that was. He was only 55 years old.
At the time of my father's death I met a man who filled a void for me. He stepped in for a brief moment and did for me something that had a huge impact on me. He took me to get fitted for a tuxedo and paid for my Senior Prom. He gave me advice for a very important date in my life. He did what my father would have done if he hadn't passed away.He was stability for me in a very unstable time. On May 19, 2007, this great man lost his fight with cancer at the age of 53.
I stood in silence at the news that he had passed. My 14 year old son tried to find the words to help me in this very rough time. We had both experienced death but never together. I had so many old feelings resurface as did my son. We were silent for days. What have we learned? We know that we should not spend our lives sweating the small stuff, but create opportunities for us to be happy. Find joy in small miracles...

c u around the playground!

father for life