Month: September 2017

The gift of truly being heard

It was 4:30am on February 21, 2016 and I was showering upstairs while GR lay on his deathbed in our dining room. A hospice nurse had come to our home a few hours prior–around midnight–because GR appeared very restless, agitated and in pain. We thought his pain medication dosage needed to be increased. We were …

New York, I love you differently now.

How was New York? she asks. It was really good. Being there was hard and sad, but also beautiful…mostly beautiful. The day I scattered GR’s ashes was really special. It was everything I could have ever hoped such a hard and sad thing could be. Meaningful. Heartfelt. Bittersweet. Filled with love. Beautiful. And then I …