Imagine a woman erased from her family's history. Imagine her being buried in a small town cemetery with no identifying markers on her gravestone, other than she was somebody's wife. What's more, … Continue reading >>
I vividly remember the moment Derek was born. The doctor laid him across my chest and there he was, my first baby -- his round face like a pale moon, his eyes open and unblinking, his little body warm … Continue reading >>
It didn't seem that long ago that the grave markers of this family of four in Mount Avon Cemetery were bestowed with American flags, bouquets of flowers, miniature plastic soccer balls, dolls and … Continue reading >>
Each loss evokes all losses. We long for permanence, for our children to remain cute and lovable, for our parents to never leave us, and for our loves to always stand by our sides. Life is constant … Continue reading >>
My granddaughter L was collecting red maple leaves on our walk through the neighborhood Sunday morning after she'd spent the night with us. I loved watching her run ahead, searching for a fallen … Continue reading >>
The other day as I approached Mount Avon Cemetery with my corgi, Clementine, another walker was leaving. Being friendly, I asked if she had seen the fawn there. I enjoy watching for it.
"Yes, but … Continue reading >>