One of my most treasured memories of Matt is of the first time we ever listened to music together. We were at my house and I was showing him some of my favorite cds. I was a bit embarrassed at my cd collection; it was certainly nothing to brag about,…
I think of Matt in two different ways: the physical being who dwelled on earth from October 10, 1980 - January 31, 2004, and the essence - or soul - who continues to live.
the thing about guilt
When a loved one dies - no matter how it happens - there are bound to be things that keep us up at night. Things we would change if we had the opportunity. Here are some new ways of looking at guilt and finding the freedom from it that you…
a mother’s faith
Written shortly after the death of her son, this poem captures the pain and yearning of a mother following the suicide of her beloved child.
when it seems inappropriate
Reactions to a loved one's death can be unexpected and viewed as inappropriate to others. May we remember that there are no rules or standards when it comes to the "right" way to grieve.