healing
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A fear of forgetting I was afraid that I would forget my son. I was afraid that I would not remember the sound of his voice, the smell of his clothes and gait of his steps. A strange and unfamiliar fear overtook me in the first hours, days and weeks after his death. I have… Read more
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It was early 1987 when I moved back home to Michigan after a 3 year stay in Virginia. I was 18, she was 17 and a senior in high school when we met. There was a quick connection a short courtship and then we were engaged later that year. She finished beauty school and we… Read more
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Shortly before Jacob died he posted on Facebook his plans to plant a garden behind our home. I am not too sure what gave him this desire, he really wasn’t the green thumb type. Perhaps some of his mothers interests were starting to bloom within him. Stacey loves flowers and works in her labor of love… Read more
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How are you doing since your loved one died? I have been taking notice in talking with people who are in grief or in emotional trauma as to what their standard response is to this question. O, they say, “I am staying busy.” I have been considering this response by people for some time now. I am no psychologist… Read more
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One year ago today our mother, Linda Philo, left her earthly home and family to join her family in her heavenly home, she was 66 when she died. There were five generations of women in my home on mother’s day 2012. I remember that day very clearly because it was the last time these devoted moms… Read more
Wrestling with Jacob 