Not a day goes by that I don’t think of something I wish I could talk to my parents about. I regret not truly thanking them for my life. Literally. And all the opportunities they gave me. I wish I had expressed my gratitude for being good parents, staying together, teaching me right from wrong,…
It was almost 5 1/2 years ago and many details of that day remain fuzzy. I’ll always regret not standing up to say anything. At the time, there were no words, but still I should have thanked everyone for coming and declared my love for my parents publicly. Sometimes I’ll hear one of the songs…
It ain’t fair; you died too young, Like the story that had just begun, But death tore the pages all away. God knows how I miss you, All the hell that I’ve been through, Just knowin’ no-one could take your place. An’ sometimes I wonder, Who’d you be today? – Kenny Chesney The image is…
It’s been sitting on my nightstand for months and I now know why I waited so long to read it, I needed these words now. I know everyone and their mother has already read Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail, but I finished it today and it did something I haven’t…
I never knew my grandparents very well. Either set. My last remaining grandparent died when I was in college and I had the great misfortune of having to tell my mother that her mother had passed. It was an awful task. Are your grandparents still alive? Busy mom of three boys, (can you even imagine?)…
I almost bought my father, who has been dead for five years a Christmas present today. A book, but not just any book, a $75.00 coffee table book: Fenway Park: 100 Years: The Official, Definitive History of America’s Most Beloved Ballpark He would have devoured it. He loved the Red Sox. His last e-mail to…
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…
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…
A brief timeline to bring you up to speed: October 2007 – my parents die while living and working in Tunis, Tunisia and my sister and I inherit their stateside home. October 2008 – house is inspected and appraised, it is full of 16 years worth of life and memories. December 2008 - roof work…
