Today is an anniversary but there is no cause for celebration. Today marks five chances to ring in a New Year, five missed Mother’s Day brunches, five Father’s Day barbeques, five World Series games, five Christmas mornings, one very special birth. Birthdays, holidays and other milestone days are painful reminders of who is missing from…
A wonderful supporter of Letters For Lucas, Robbie of Fractured Family Tales is my Letters For You guest star today. They say death is hardest on those left behind and the what if’s can completely take over your brain. Here, Robbie writes a letter to her cousin who was taken far too soon. It is…
Just days after my parents died, I made a list of all the people I knew that had also lost a parent too soon. It seems like such a strange thing to do, right? I suppose it made me feel a little better and not so alone. These were friends that will understand what I’m…
One of BlogHer’s 2012 Voices of the Year and big believer in what goes around, comes around, Jenny of Karma (continued) is my Letters For You guest today. Jenny’s letter to her deceased mother-in-law is both gut wrenching and loving. Too many times we let things go unsaid and with this letter, may we all…
My guest today is Sue of Cookie’s Chronicles with a letter that is both moving and heart wrenching. Sue is a lot like you and me, a mother with some regrets and battle scars, vivid memories and many amazing dreams for her son’s and her own future. Is it silly to write you a letter…
Each time the topic of what to do with my parents comes up, I freeze. I don’t have any deep thoughts on the subject, I just become mute. My sister would much very like to scatter their ashes somewhere special, a place where we could go and “visit” them, she says. A place that is…
This post was written for Write on Edge’s writing meme, RemembeRED. This week’s prompt: Take the next ten minutes to write about the first single memory that the word CRASH calls up. Before you read it you should know that I misread the instructions. I thought it was an exercise in flash fiction, not flash…
October used to mean feeling Fall in the air and spying Halloween merchandise on every aisle at the supermarket and being greeted by big shinny round pumpkins with glowing smiles on my neighbors front porches. October meant the nights were getting longer and the air a little cooler. Not quite flannel jammies time, but close….
We lose hair, weight, sleep, contact, keys, sunglasses, luggage, races, games, arguments, jobs, money, homes, our place in line, our way, our will power, our balance, our sanity, our minds, our cool, our nerve, our courage, our voice, our faith, ourselves, people we love and people that never will be. Sometimes our losses are little…
Listening to all of the eloquent speeches on TV at the memorial service honoring San Diego police officer Chistopher Wilson last week, I realized nobody spoke at my parents memorial service. We should have asked someone to say something. Their deaths were so untimely and tragic that I’d like to believe that everyone in attendance…
