Traditions

The Christmas following our losses was among the most non-traditional and hollow ever known to our family.  The day my dad died our son was chosen to go shopping with a cop (a local program for kids facing a hard time).  Our son had not yet been made aware of my dads...

First Glimpse

As I begin this blog I feel nervous about being vulnerable and about sharing a part of life that is intimate and sacred.  This is also a blog that I never thought I would be writing.  A chronicle to the world about what it has been like to survive the loss of our...
One Less Plate at the Table

One Less Plate at the Table

During the holiday’s grief can be amplified as we watch families gather and celebrate, as we set the table with one less plate (or more) and work to keep it together to prevent undue discomfort for those we hold dear.  This is the problem, though.  Undue...