Category Archives: Closure
It is a night for the senses (video)
I have my head phones on. Not those ear-buds that curl up in the hub of ones ear. I have my big ear muff, acoustic-paradise head phones on. My ears are devouring a delight of poetry and lullabies. Anis Mojgani … Continue reading
Miracle of miracles! Justice prevails afterall.
Last March I had what I thought was a brilliant idea. I had become involved in a project for Uganda through an organization called A Thing For Another (AT4A.) Helping others was part of my healing process. I felt capable. … Continue reading
SAYING GOODBYE TO MATERNITY CLOTHES
I always knew I would love being pregnant. Unlike most third trimester women, I wanted to keep my baby right where she was; in my womb, kicking at me from within my body, making my tummy dance, and putting on … Continue reading
COLLATERAL DAMAGE – what suicide does to the left-behinds
Today is the day I realized why some people feel suicide is selfish. Today is the day I saw the collateral damage caused to the left-behinds. Over the past few weeks I have met with a number of individuals who … Continue reading
FOR THE LOVE OF YOUR SPOUSE, your parent(s), your kid(s), GET A WILL!
“He had a terminal illness and he didn’t tell you what his wishes were? How is that possible?” I was shocked to learn, speaking to other individuals whose spouses died of terminal illnesses, that not all of them had had … Continue reading
SCATTERING: finding beauty from ashes PART 1
The place: Canada. The destination: Barbados. The timeline: the night before departure. I lugged my over-sized blue suitcase up the stairs from the basement. I’m pretty sure everything I need I can fit into hand luggage. Passport? Check. Swimsuit? Check. … Continue reading
STIGMA IN A LARGE YELLOW ENVELOPE (or Stigma spelled S-U-I-C-I-D-E)
I checked the mail today. Inside was a large yellow envelope addressed to me from the Regional Supervising Coroner’s office. This envelope, I hoped, would contain some answers about my husband’s death that had been unclear. When the police … Continue reading
THE MASK OF THE UNCOMFORTABLE NOTHINGNESS
The uncomfortable nothingness. It’s a feeling I get sometimes. I know in my core it is not the true feeling. It is a mask hovering over the true emotions that are lurking beneath the surface. The nothingness is uncomfortable for … Continue reading